They said I was good, they said I was soft, and they said I had a face that was easy to bully.
However, no one knows that I have been through misunderstandings, rejections, cold looks, and late-night breakdowns.
I stepped on high heels, burning my grievances into confidence, and turning my scars into sharp edges.
Don't please, don't explain, don't forgive.
I am not saved by the world, I fight my way out of the siege on my own.
From now on, there are no forbidden areas in the heart, and wildfire is king.
