unspoken boundaries

I am not your doormat, not your shadow stretched thin, Not a silent echo waiting for your whim. I will not bend, I will not break, I will not let your weight press me flat for your sake. I’ve learned the cost of quiet compliance, The chains that come from giving up defiance. The hands that try to shape me, the words that try to bind— I’ve ripped them apart and left them behind. I speak, I act, I hold my line, My fire is mine, and it will not decline. Your games, your traps, your whispers in the dark— I see them all, I’ve learned to leave my mark. Step back, watch me rise, watch me claim my space, I move like a storm, I move with grace. I do not crumble, I do not obey, I am not a shadow to be led astray. I take my anger, I take my time, I craft my life with deliberate rhyme. Do not mistake my patience for soft, Do not confuse my silence with loft. I am not yours to shape or bend, I am not a beginning, I am not your end. I am fierce, I am fire, I am free, And I will not be owned, I will only be me.