Break the frame

Bugg made this

Skin and bones, I disappear

In the mirror, I ain’t here

Clothes just hang like whispered shame

I trace my ribs and curse my name

Crowds walk past, no one sees

A ghost in flesh with cracking knees

Their laughter’s sharp, like glass and spite

I starve for worth, but lose the fight

They call it weakness, I call it pain

These paper arms bear acid rain

But even twigs can strike a flame

And I’m so tired of this cage of shame

I wanna break free, scream loud, not pretty

Burn down the chains that made me feel empty

Too skinny to fight, too quiet to stay

But I’ll rise from the ash in my own damn way

I’m done being nothing, a shadow, a scar

This world is trash—I’ll be my own star

Let them choke on their gold, their fake empathy

While I tear off these chains and finally breathe

They point, they whisper, never care

They feed on blood and call it fair

Plastic smiles and carbon hearts

Tear each other’s souls apart

I tried to mold myself to please

To fill my skin, to earn some peace

But humans feast on fragile minds

And leave the broken ones behind

I’ve worn this shame like second skin

Let vultures peck what lies within

But I’m still breathing, barely whole

And I still own my starving soul

I wanna break free, scream loud, not pretty

Burn down the chains that made me feel empty

Too skinny to fight, too quiet to stay

But I’ll rise from the ash in my own damn way

I’m done being nothing, a shadow, a scar

This world is trash—I’ll be my own star

Let them choke on their gold, their fake empathy

While I tear off these chains and finally breathe

Let me bleed if it means I live

Let me scream if it means I give

Myself a chance to be, not hide

Not shrink, not bow, not run, not die

I’m not your joke, your frail cliché

I’m fire in a matchstick frame

And I will burn these chains away

Cracks in my voice, but still I speak

Hollowed by shame, but never weak

I ain’t your ideal, ain’t your dream

I’m raw, I’m rage, I’m breaking clean

I’m gonna break free, no fear, no pity

Carve out my worth in a world so gritty

Too skinny for war, but too loud for shame

I’ll rewrite my worth, I’ll rename this name

I’m done being nothing, a whisper, a lie

Watch me scream as I kiss the sky

Let the whole world rot in its apathy

While I rise from the dirt and finally breathe