Member Poem

I was someone else before the world told me who to be—
Someone innocent, happy, and wild-heartedly free.
We all begin life as a blank, open page,
Full of wonder and hope, not yet shaped by the cage.

But over the years, that spark starts to fade,
Like a dog lying quiet after hours in a cage.
We learn the world’s truths and swallow its lies,
Feel the weight of its sorrow and long, sleepless nights.

It’s not just our demons—we carry society’s too,
Watching our every step, judging all that we do.
It tells us what’s right, what’s wrong, what to say,
Until even our silence starts slipping away.

Then one day we wake, staring into the glass,
Searching for pieces of who we once were in the past.
And the scariest thing is what we start to see—
A reflection shaped by who the world said we should be.

But deep down inside, that spark still survives,
A flicker of truth that refuses to die.
It’s in you—can you feel it? Don’t let it go dim.
Don’t quit on yourself just to try to fit in.

Fuel your own fire—let your soul lead the way,
Forget all the voices that led you astray.
Because when you blend in, you blur what is true—
And the world gains control, but at the cost of you.