No, Why? — Jaded

As I aspire to become a phenomenon,
I stand tall amid a world of doubt.
I ponder the words of those who cast stones,
their judgments wrapped in veils of ignorance,
thrown my way like discarded trash.
Yet I, in my quiet defiance, rise.
I laugh, unburdened,
with strides of loot and triumph,
collecting moments of victory like treasures,
each step echoing the rhythm of my resolve.
I mark every milestone with unique words,
phrases that slice through the air with precision,
each one a beacon of my growth,
a testament to my strength,
to the scars that others never see.
With every applause, I dance,
a solo act on a stage where envy never rests.
Yet I remain unshaken,
for their misery is the shadow
that fades beneath my light.

I am not here for approval.
I am here for greatness,
and the walls they built around their fears
shall crumble beneath the weight of my dreams.
Let them speak, let them sneer—
their voices are but whispers,
drowning in the silence
of those too afraid to rise.
They once drafted a reality of fictional events,
a web of lies that sought to burden my soul with weakness.
But no more.
As I aspire to become a phenomenon,
I stand tall amid a world of doubt,
fainting in the arms of glory, change, and charge.
I rise above their world of greatness,
for in my rise, I redefine what change and recognition truly mean.