Silence

 They tell you, dream big, chase stars, be bold.

But not too loud.

Speak your dreams softly, or not at all.

Especially not to your own people.


If your dream can’t be priced, it will be mocked.

If it doesn’t fit a form, it will be folded and thrown.

Need rest? You’re lazy.

Need space? You’re selfish.

Need meaning? You’re dramatic.


Want to create?

Make money instead.

Want to help?

Help yourself first.

Want to live?

Not like that.


Speak up and you’re arrogant.

Fall silent and you’re cold.

Think differently and you’re unstable.

Follow your own path, and suddenly -

You’re the rebel.

The ungrateful one.

The child who ruined everything.


Not because you failed.

But because you didn’t follow the script.

You could’ve been their perfect story,

if only you had killed your own.


But you didn’t.


So now,

what do you choose?

To be the echo they applaud

or the voice they fear?

The obedient hero in their tale,

or the villain in your own truth?

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