Digital Art

me, I don’t answer to shame. No space for disrespect, No seat for your pride, If truth can’t walk in, Then I won’t ride. I’ve built from my scars, Not for pity — but power, I don’t water dead roots, Not even for a flower. No more silence for peace, No more fake smiles worn, If your love comes with wounds, Consider me gone. This heart has limits, This soul has walls — I’m soft, not stupid, I won’t answer your calls. So hear me clearly, This isn’t arrogance, It’s survival, it’s fire — It’s zero tolerance.