I used to want community and belonging.
Not anymore.
I just needed a solid night routine.

I used to want to be heard and seen.
Not anymore.
You see me without me even trying.
My light is bright—it blinds you.
If I spoke, you couldn’t handle it.

I used to want to be accepted.
To be “in” with the cool crowd.
Not anymore.
I’m too real for that.
I’m authentically cool.
Y’all wouldn’t recognize that kind of cool if it stared you down.

I vibe the highest when I’m alone,
and I wouldn’t dare let you interrupt that.
I simply can’t function with others—
and I don’t value friendship the way you do.
When I give, I give deep.
When I love, I love harder than you’ve ever felt.

I’m so real you can’t stand it.
You hide behind denial and shields.
I wear my scars loud and proud.
You can’t compare.

So it’s best I keep to myself.
It’s best I stay quiet,
in my zone.

You’ll catch me casually in professional settings—and that’s about it.
I don’t socialize with y’all.
You bring me down.
You agitate me.
You cause me suffering.

Why would I subject myself to that?

I’m my best kept secret.
And I’ll keep it that way.

Maybe I’m not of this generation.
Maybe not even of this lifetime.
But that’s okay.

This is my gift to you.
And for those who discover me—
you’re welcome.