System Error II

~Mira 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?