I scream into a silent feed, Where filters choke my voice, indeed. The screen, it listens but never sees, The man who bleeds through melodies. (what the fuck is this...) No badge, no praise, no one asked why I left Only silence... that’s what I’m left with. (why am I always the one...) To care too much, to hurt too deep, To watch this place while others sleep. Burnt out by kindness, mocked by code, I carry dreams down a lonely road. (i am not the system) I am not the system, I am the glitch it forgot. A pulse between the presets, A fire they never caught. Just noise to their metrics, A ghost within the shell. But this glitch still feels, still fights, Still yells. They told me “don't change for the system” But the system changes you Turns your symphony into silence Turns your yes into a screw And I... (whispers) still care I still stare At gray screens Till I disappear I am not the system, I am the art it crushed. A glitch in your harmony, A scream inside the hush. I gave it all I had, Even when it gave me pain... But the artist remains, Through static and strain. No one asked what my name means, No one asked why I took it all down. But I’m still here... A root in barren ground. I am not the system, I am the soul it missed. Sewn into circuits, But too human to resist. I bleed in binary, I cry in 8-bit streams, Still chasing that spark, That truth inside dreams. I wrote this not for likes... But because I had to. For you For those who feel too much. For the unheard glitch In a perfect song.
