#ideologicalrupture

[stonebrokevillains]

Time to break the Chains

Raw and Poetic

Today I shed the skin they stitched onto me. Their ideologies—tight-laced, sunless—have blistered the core of my existence. I’m done shrinking to fit their mold. Time to rupture. Time to rise.

The chains weren’t just metal—they were belief systems, dressed as concern. I’ve gnawed through them. The villain they feared is the truth I’ve become. I’m not asking permission anymore. I’m rewriting the myth.

Their dogma was the static in my signal. I’ve tuned out the noise. This is the broadcast of my becoming—raw, unfiltered, and finally mine. Time for a change? No. Time for a reckoning.