Ashes of Conformity

They handed me a script

when I was young,

Told me who to be,

how to talk, how to run.

Smile like this, dress like that,

Stay in your lane,

don't ask, don't act.

They drew little boxes with permanent ink,

Told me what to wear and how to think.

Said, "Pick a side,

pick a role, Don't make us question what we already know." But

I was never built for cages,

Never fit between the pages.

You can keep your expectations,

I was born for complications.

Burn the rulebook, light it up,

Watch the ashes rise above.

Every label they gave me,

Every chain they tried to keep.

I won't shrink, I won't hide,

I won't cut myself to size.

I'm done asking for permission To exist the way I do.

Burn the rulebook. We're writing something new.

They said, "Boys don't cry." They said,

"Girls don't fight." They said,

"Pick one thing." They said,

"Get it right."

Well, what if I'm a wildfire?

What if I'm the sea?

What if I'm a thousand things That refuse to fit neatly?

What if being human Is bigger than their lines?

What

if my existence Doesn't

need their stamp of approval to shine?

I'm not a problem to be solved,

I'm a story still evolving.

Here's to the weird kids.

The outcasts. The rebels.

The believers.

The ones who got told they were "too much."

Too loud. Too soft.

Too strange.

Too different.

Maybe we're not too much.

Maybe the world just isn't enough. (hahaha!)

Rip out the pages.

Break all the locks.

The future wasn't built By people who never

rocked the

boat. History belongs to the ones

Who dared to be themselves.

Even when everyone else Wanted them to be somebody

else.

Burn the rulebook, let it blaze,

Light the darkness for miles away.

No more hiding who we are,

No more living behind bars.

We're the colors they couldn't contain,

The voices they couldn't explain.

And we're done apologizing For taking up this space.

Burn the rulebook. Build a better place.

The boxes are ashes.

The labels are gone.

And look at us now— Still standing.

Still shining. Still beautifully wrong...

According to everyone

but ourselves.