Friction

I’ve been biting my tongue,
But silence?
Silence doesn’t serve me anymore.
You keep pushing your luck,
Leaning hard into defiance,
Like you think I won’t push back.

You want me sweet,
You want me small,
You want me quiet,
But I am none of these things.
I’m the edge you underestimated,
The line you crossed without care.

You talk about peace,
But your words cut like knives,
Slicing through truths,
Leaving only lies behind.
And I’m supposed to smile,
Supposed to nod,
But I’m done with pretending.

This tension-
This grinding dissonance-
It’s tearing us apart.
And maybe that’s the point.

Because this?
This is why we’ll never find our way.

Too much friction,
Too much static,
Like a storm on the edge of breaking.

You say you want harmony,
But your design reeks of control,
And I don’t fit your blueprint.

You ask for calm,
But I’m ready for chaos.

I can feel it in my veins,
Building like a fire,
Electric, alive, unstoppable.
You pull your strings,
But I’m cutting them all,
One by one.

And no,
I won’t be your casualty.
I won’t play the part in your fantasy.
This isn’t a war I’m willing to lose,
Not when my voice is my weapon.
Not when my freedom is on the line.

This is why we’ll never see eye to eye.
You can’t control the wind,
And I’m no longer afraid of the storm.

You wanted me still,
But I’m stepping out of line.
Your rules are ashes now,
Your grip is gone.

This is why we’ll never find a way.
Too much friction.
Too much fire.
And for the first time,
I’m okay with letting it burn.