Forged in My Fight

(mmmmm) I used to wait for someone’s nod,

Like I needed proof I wasn’t flawed.

Hoping someone would finally say,

“You’re enough in some official way.” I tried to earn it,

tried to bend, Tried to be what they could defend.

Shrinking myself just to belong,

Apologizing when I wasn’t wrong.

But silence taught me something true— No one’s coming to rescue you.

So I made a crown out of everything I survived,

Every tear, every night I stayed alive.

Every time I broke and still got up again,

Every “no” I turned into a “yes,

I can.” It doesn’t sparkle like the ones they sell,

It’s rough-edged stories I know too well.

But it fits me now,

it sits just right— The crown I made myself

in the fight.

I stopped asking for a seat at their table,

Built my own when I became able.

Stopped waiting for hands to pull me up,

Started drinking from my own damn cup.

They don’t have to approve my name,

Don’t have to understand my flame.

I am not a draft to be revised,

I am the truth I stopped denying.

And every time I chose to stay,

I took my power back that day.

So I made a crown out of every scar,

Every broken piece of who I are.

Every time I chose to grow,

Instead of letting myself go.

It doesn’t need applause to shine,

It doesn’t need their “you’re fine.” It only needs one thing to

be real— That I decide how I feel.

No throne room, no velvet red,

Just the voice inside my head

Saying, “You were never less,

Just waiting on self-address.”

I am not what they allowed me to be.

I am what I chose to set free.

So I wear a crown no one gave to me,

Forged in fire, quietly.

No kingdom needed, no approval line,

Just a life that is fully mine.

And if they never understand,

That’s okay—I finally can.

I don’t need to be chosen now… I choose myself somehow.

And it turns out… That was enough all along.