i am not flawless—i confess it plain, a map of missteps, loss, and gain my voice has cracked, my hands let slip soft promises from trembling grip. i’ve faltered—friend, and kin, and flame worn many masks, misplaced my name yet through the ruin, through the shove i rise unbroken, still enough my hair undone by restless air, no careful hand to smooth or care my skin, a script where time has traced the quiet wars i’ve always faced some turn away, some choose to stay, some only love in fleeting sway but i—i keep a stubborn light that will not dim to please their sight i hunger, ache, i laugh too wide, let oceans echo deep inside no polished act, no practiced guise just truth that flickers, breathes, and cries i love like fire, untamed, intense, no measured heart, no soft pretense i am the thunder, fierce and free, a storm that dares the world to see.