I want to leave.

Not just the room, Not just the noise.

I want to leave everything.

This pressure.

These expectations sewn into my skin.

They weren’t mine…

But I carry them like birthmarks.

Sometimes…

Sometimes I wonder 

Would death be peace?

Would silence be better than this noise?

But then I breathe.

And breathing is defiance.

Because this world, this stupid world 

Built on paper.

Paper with dead men’s faces.

Paper that decides whether I eat, or beg, or break.

Capitalism.

The god we didn’t choose but still worship.

The game we’re born into without knowing the rules.

Our parents?

Victims before us

Simply Handing us the chains that were  handed to them 

Teaching what they were taught.

Study, Graduate, Suffer, Smile.

Say “thank you” to the system

Even as it cracks your spine in half.

It’s all a cycle.

A loud, cruel, grinding machine.

And we,

We are the gears.

Forced to turn.

Forced to burn.

I hate it.

I hate this system.

This maze with no exit.

This lie we call structure.

And yet 

Here I am.

In school.

Dreaming of a future I didn't design.

Begging the system to open a door.

Hoping the trap lets me win.

But tell me,

How do you escape a cage

When the cage lives in your mind?

When the rules are stitched into your soul

Before you even knew how to write your name?

Maybe the answer isn’t escape.

Maybe it’s rebellion.

Soft, steady rebellion.

Creating my own way, even if it’s slow.

Even if the world calls it failure.

Even if I have to scream into the void,

I’ll learn to live loud.

To make art from the pain of my heart

To use my hands,

To sew, to braid, to cook, to dance

To turn survival into legacy.

Because maybe I am different.

And maybe that’s not all bad

Maybe this rant is a revolution in disguise.

Maybe I don’t need to win their game.

Maybe I was born to break it?