My Demons Don't Dictate

I've been fighting with reflections that don't act like they're mine,

Silhouettes that drag me backward every time I try to climb.

Some nights it feels like every failure's tryna carve into my fate,

But I'm done lettin' voices in my head decide my state.

I grew up with a panic in my bloodstream, wired for collapse,

Where the thoughts inside my skull threw ambush after traps.

Every whisper like a serpent tryna puppeteer my pride,

Saying "Every dream you're chasin' is a joke you can't survive."

I would wrestle with the memories of moments I betrayed,

Every time I made a promise just to watch myself decay.

I was locked inside a cycle, caught in self-inflicted war,

Where the enemy was me behind a half-broken door.

He would rise when I was weakest, twist my logic into doubt,

Make my heartbeat feel like handcuffs tryna choke the real me out.

I would grit my teeth and fake it like I had a solid stance,

But inside I heard a riot saying I'd never get a chance.

So I hardened up my posture like I wasn't breakin' slow,

Told myself that this was normal, that the damage had to grow.

But the truth was in the cracks where all the fear began to leak,

And the voice that tried to own me was the part that made me weak.

I've been beaten, I've been blamed, but I'll never break-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

They can whisper, they can threaten, they can aggravate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

I rise up every time they try to orchestrate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

They can haunt, they can hunt, but they can't narrate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

Some days I felt my sanity was hangin' by a nail,

Like my mind was just a prison and the warden never failed.

They would sabotage my progress, drag my confidence to dust,

Tell me every step was pointless, every triumph built on rust.

I would stumble into darkness I was terrified to face,

Chasin' numbness like a lifeline while I drowned inside disgrace.

I mistook destruction's whisper for a prophecy of truth,

Let the lies that stalked my childhood try to rob me of my youth.

They said I'd never beat the habits that kept clawing at my spine,

Said the shadows in my history were permanently mine.

Said my ruins were my residence, my trauma was my tomb,

That my purpose was a joke and my potential couldn't bloom.

But they underestimated fire when it flickers into rage,

'Cause the moment I got cornered, something snapped inside the cage.

I confronted every nightmare like a soldier in the dirt,

And I told the voice that broke me I refuse to stay inert.

You can drag me through the torment, you can scream into my fear,

But you don't control my future-your eviction day is here.

I've been beaten, I've been blamed, but I'll never break-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

They can whisper, they can threaten, they can aggravate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

I rise up every time they try to orchestrate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

They can haunt, they can hunt, but they can't narrate-

My Demons Don't Dictate.

I got tired of the torment, tired of the hell I fed,

Tired of lettin' fabricated monsters live inside my head.

So I stood inside the wreckage of the person I once made,

And I tore apart the script that kept my destiny betrayed.

Now the echoes lose their volume every time I elevate,

Every breath becomes rebellion when I stop to regulate.

I'm not perfect, I'm not polished, I still stagger, I still shake,

But the demons lost their power when I learned what's truly fake.

I'm the product of the nights I should've quit but never did,

Of the tears I tried to swallow since the days I was a kid.

Of the stories I rewrote when all the pain became a test,

Of the courage I uncovered when I rose from all the stress.

Now the voices try to trap me, but their tactics fall apart,

'Cause the fire in my spirit scorches every poisoned dart.

They can threaten, they can taunt, they can imitate my fears,

But they crumble in the presence of a soul that perseveres.

I refuse to be a victim to the ghosts that claim my name,

I refuse to let the shameful parts of me define my aim.

I'm a battleground reclaiming every inch they tried to take,

And the fortress of my purpose is a wall they cannot break.

So if darkness wants a rematch, tell it meet me in the flame-

I dictate the truth now, and I'm done with livin' tame.

Yeah...

They don't get the pen.

I write the ending.

I choose the fate.

My Demons Don't Dictate.