Another day, another expectation placed on me, another cage to shatter. “Follow the path,” they say, “This is how it’s done. Play by the rules, toe the line.” Damn people. They’re all alike. But have you, with your herd mentality and narrow lenses, ever bothered to look beyond the surface? Did you ever stop to wonder what drives me? What shapes my steps as I carve my way through a world that was never built for me? I am an individual. Enter my world. My world doesn’t conform to yours. I move outside the boundaries, beyond the walls you cling to. You bind yourselves to collectives, to traditions, to nations. I move freely, unshackled by the constraints of countries, unbound by laws I never agreed to. Damn rebel. Always stirring things up. They’re all alike. But I’m not like you. I walk through your systems, but I don’t belong to them. I see through the veneer of order, the false promises of security, the illusion of control. You uphold mediocrity, you reward compliance, but I carve my own path. “Damn individualist. Why can’t she just fit in?” Because I don’t belong in a world where value is assigned by status, where merit is measured by arbitrary standards. I’ve seen what lies behind your rules: fear, weakness, the need for control. You think I’ll fall in line, that I’ll bend to your norms. You’re wrong. My loyalty is to truth, not to your systems or your labels. I measure worth in skill, in ideas, in what one builds. I don’t care what you think I should be. I don’t fit into the roles you’ve designed. Damn misfit. Won’t play by the rules. And then it hits you—an idea, a project, a company, a future built on merit, freedom, and vision. I’m the architect, building with precision, tearing down what doesn’t work, moving forward where others stall. I’m not here to play small. “This is it… this is where I thrive.” You, in your box, keep wondering why I don’t stay. Why I don’t settle. You call me arrogant, restless, difficult to work with. You fear what you can’t understand. “Damn individualist. Too distant, too blunt, too independent.” But you don’t see the freedom in it. The strength in standing alone, the clarity in knowing what truly matters. I’m not driven by your approval, I’m driven by something deeper, something you can’t touch. You bet your life we’re not all alike. I reject your path of mediocrity, your false rewards, your constraints. My crime is independence. My crime is creating something better, even if you can’t see it yet. My crime is the refusal to bow down. Yes, I am guilty. Guilty of rejecting your shallow narratives. Guilty of valuing work and merit over status. Guilty of wanting something more. Guilty of never compromising what matters. I am an individual, and this is my manifesto. You may try to box me in, but you can’t stop me… after all, you don’t define me. I define myself. Another day, another expectation placed on me, another cage to shatter. “Follow the path,” they say, “This is how it’s done. Play by the rules, toe the line.” Damn people. They’re all alike. But have you, with your herd mentality and narrow lenses, ever bothered to look beyond the surface? Did you ever stop to wonder what drives me? What shapes my steps as I carve my way through a world that was never built for me? I am an individual. Enter my world. My world doesn’t conform to yours. I move outside the boundaries, beyond the walls you cling to. You bind yourselves to collectives, to traditions, to nations. I move freely, unshackled by the constraints of countries, unbound by laws I never agreed to. Damn rebel. Always stirring things up. They’re all alike. But I’m not like you. I walk through your systems, but I don’t belong to them. I see through the veneer of order, the false promises of security, the illusion of control. You uphold mediocrity, you reward compliance, but I carve my own path. “Damn individualist. Why can’t she just fit in?” Because I don’t belong in a world where value is assigned by status, where merit is measured by arbitrary standards. I’ve seen what lies behind your rules: fear, weakness, the need for control. You think I’ll fall in line, that I’ll bend to your norms. You’re wrong. My loyalty is to truth, not to your systems or your labels. I measure worth in skill, in ideas, in what one builds. I don’t care what you think I should be. I don’t fit into the roles you’ve designed. Damn misfit. Won’t play by the rules. And then it hits you—an idea, a project, a company, a future built on merit, freedom, and vision. I’m the architect, building with precision, tearing down what doesn’t work, moving forward where others stall. I’m not here to play small. “This is it… this is where I thrive.” You, in your box, keep wondering why I don’t stay. Why I don’t settle. You call me arrogant, restless, difficult to work with. You fear what you can’t understand. “Damn individualist. Too distant, too blunt, too independent.” But you don’t see the freedom in it. The strength in standing alone, the clarity in knowing what truly matters. I’m not driven by your approval, I’m driven by something deeper, something you can’t touch. You bet your life we’re not all alike. I reject your path of mediocrity, your false rewards, your constraints. My crime is independence. My crime is creating something better, even if you can’t see it yet. My crime is the refusal to bow down. Yes, I am guilty. Guilty of rejecting your shallow narratives. Guilty of valuing work and merit over status. Guilty of wanting something more. Guilty of never compromising what matters. I am an individual, and this is my manifesto. You may try to box me in, but you can’t stop me… after all, you don’t define me. I define myself.
