Becoming a Stoic

Becoming a stoic

Not trying to be heroic

I just don’t want to feel

My feeling will be what I’ll kill

(T.S your glowing)

“A man’s true power isn’t found in status—it's in self-mastery.”

I’m burning calories,

Rebuilding from the ground up—no flattery.

No longer fear what I can’t control,

No more wasting time in that black hole.

‘Cause the rain will fall,

The wind will blow,

People will lie,

And people will go.

But none of it holds power—unless you give it.

That’s the secret: own it or relive it.

I need to improve my mind,

I’m done with being kind.

You made a monster,

Now I’m sharper, stronger.

I’m no Alexander—

But I’ll conquer

And take back control of my mind like a mantra…

(Danm I’m starting to feel like Madara Uchiha)

I don’t break, I don’t bend, I don’t beg no more

Taught myself to bleed in silence, now my soul feels war

Cut the ties, killed the noise, left the fear on the floor

You can't hurt me — I’m not that man anymore

Stone in my chest, ice in my stare

Peace in the chaos, I breathe in the glare

Burned what I was, rebuilt from the core

You can watch, but you’ll never know what I bore

(you’ll never know what I bore)

I no longer stress,

My head’s no longer a mess.

I’m facing my problems head-on—

No longer just a pawn.

Nothing belongs to me, so I’ve got nothing to lose.

But still, I’ve got so much to prove.

So listen close—let me speak,

Let these words cut deep.

“Act on principle, not on mood.”

I’m not being cold—just honest, not rude.

Telling it how it is, raw and real,

‘Cause fake doesn’t heal—only truth can seal.

Now I walk in silence,

Peace isn’t loud—it’s defiance.

No crowns, no chains,

Just mastery over pain.

No hate in my veins,

Just discipline in my lane.

You call it cold—

I call it control.

So if I vanish, know this truth:

I never needed saving—

I just needed truth.

Becoming a stoic...

And now,

I own it.