Rooms in My Mind

Home is not just where I sleep,

it’s the stories that my body keeps.

Every shout, every silence,

lives as echoes in my mind.

But I’m not just what I’ve been through –

I can rewrite the storyline.

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Four walls, same scene, different day,

walking on eggshells, watch what I say.

Smiling like I’m fine, but I’m not inside,

my nervous system stuck in “survive”.

Thoughts keep circling round and round,

fight or flight at every sound.

I’m the child who learned too soon

to hide the truth inside her room.

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But I’m not broken, I’m conditioned,

trained by pain and old traditions.

I’m allowed to change the script,

I’m allowed to heal from it.

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Everything will be alright,

not because the world is kind,

but because I’ll free my mind.

I’m learning how to breathe tonight,

even with these scars inside.

Everything will be alright,

not in every single moment,

but in how I choose to own it.

I’m still here, I’m still alive –

I decide how this will end in time.

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I question every pattern I repeat,

why I chase the love I never really received.

Why I feel too much, then shut it down,

laughing loud so I don’t drown.

I see the roles we all have learned,

the quiet one, the one that burns.

The peacemaker who never speaks,

the strong one who is always weak.

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But I’m not crazy, I’m aware,

I see the wounds that we all share.

This is more than black and white –

we’re all just trying to survive the night.

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Everything will be alright,

not because the pain is fair,

but I refuse to stay in despair.

I’m cleaning out these rooms inside,

turning all this chaos into light.

Everything will be alright,

I’m rewriting what “home” means,

from trauma into new routines.

I’m still here, I’m still alive –

I will rise, I will rise.

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Maybe love was always there,

just twisted up in fear and prayer.

Maybe they did what they could,

but not what they should.

I can hate what I’ve been through

and still let it make me new.

I’m not my family’s mistakes,

I’m the one who cuts the chain.

Generations talk through me,

old beliefs and old stories.

But I don’t have to stay the same –

I can step out of their pain.

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Breathe in – let it go.

I’m not defined by what I know.

Breathe out – make it right.

I turn my darkness into light.

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Everything will be alright,

not in every single second,

but in how my soul awakens.

I’m learning to be on my side,

holding the child I had to hide.

Everything will be alright,

I don’t need a perfect past

to build a future that will last.

I’m still here, I’ve survived –

and that’s the proof:

I’ll be alright.