They called me strange, too loud, too wild,
A storm too fierce, a broken child.
I tried to shine, they dimmed my light,
Now I rage alone in the dead of night.

You left me bleeding in my bloom,
Shut me out like I was doom.
Not a whisper, not a sound,
No friend, no soul, no shadow found.

I wore my truth like sacred skin,
But they saw flaws deep within.
Different? Yes, and that's my crime—
Now I rot in wasted time.

I screamed for help, you heard me clear,
But silence answered, sharp and near.
You walked away with smiling pride,
While I broke down and slowly died.

I gave you gold, you gave me stone,
Now all I have is me—alone.
My tears now burn, my voice is fire,
My pain, my fuel, my lone desire.

So here I stand, with fists like flame,
You left, but I remain the same.
I'll rise, I'll roar, I'll claim my sky—
Even if I break, I'll never lie.

No shadow left to cast my shape,
Just me—and rage that won't escape.
Call me broken, call me mad...
But I'm the storm you should have had.

Gabriella Michael