10d • General discussion
Built different
Built Different
I don’t wear a crown
I built one from the pressure.
Every no every slammed door,
every night I cried in silence
became another diamond in my backbone.
They thought my story would end
somewhere between heartbreak and survival.
They didn’t know I was learning
how to turn pain into power
and setbacks into stepping stones.
I’ve walked through storms
that would’ve folded weaker spirits.
Smiled through chaos,
worked through doubt,
rebuilt myself so many times
I stopped asking for permission to rise.
Yeah I’ve been broken.
But broken things can be reforged.
Now my scars don’t whisper shame,
they scream she made it anyway.
I am the comeback
nobody saw coming.
The quiet grind behind loud success.
The woman who learned
how to stand alone
and still walk like she owns the room.
No more shrinking
to make others comfortable.
No more apologising
for surviving what tried to destroy me.
I move with purpose.
I dream without limits.
I carry resilience like armour
and faith like fire in my chest.
Because I’m not just a survivor
I’m proof that pressure creates power,
that pain builds leaders,
that even from rock bottom
you can build an empire.
Watch me rise.
Watch me win.
Watch me become
everything they said I couldn’t be.
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