They say I've changed, like it's a sin,
That I'm no longer who I've been.
But how can they know what I've bled?
The silent wars inside my head,
The nights I screamed with nothing said,
While they stood watching, blind and fed.
They say I'm distant--like I chose
To bury heartbeats under prose,
To cage my fire, dull my flame,
While they threw stones and called my name.
I've burned in silence, raged in bone,
And still they claim I walk alone,
As if the distance I create
Is not the wall they helped me make.
I haven't changed--I've shed the lies,
The masks they forced, the broken ties.
I'm not the villain in their tale,
But I refuse to always fail--
At being who they want me to,
At drowning just to make it through.
I didn't drift, I didn't flee,
I fought to save what's left of me.
And now they call me strange and cold--
But damn their voices, I'll be bold.
Finding Strength In Change And Judgment
The Bold Remains
Published by Family Friend Poems December 20, 2024 with permission of the Author.
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