Stood In The Fire To Save You

What if the same ones who made you

Are not the same ones who saved you?

But the ones who made you

Claims your name for fame

Yet taking none of the blame, too

Never meant to last or to thrive

Just bloom enough to be buried alive

Their love is native for each other built in bone

For you? It's a myth that you've never known

What if the ones who designed you

Ain’t the ones who will find you?

Left you blind in the dark

Just scars that remind you

A child not born but deployed

An object shaped to be destroyed

A vessel cracked before it dries

And told to smile while it dies

See, not every hand that built you

Will stand when it’s time to uplift you

Some only draw the blueprints

Then vanish when life hits you

They walk on bones they do not feel

Call wreckage love, and absence real

They feast elsewhere while you decay

And swear they never looked away

Now they coming back like they own you,

Saying, "I made you so I can fold you."

But they forgot pain molds too

Grew from the cracks that they drove through

They built the shell but I filled the flame

They gave the name but I changed the game

Now they're mad because I can't be tamed

This ain’t theirs anymore this is self made claim

Expect submission like they own me

But in their silence I became the only

While they vanished I was shaping my form

Not waiting transforming through every storm

That's what happens when life is haphazard

Throw some pieces in a mold, hope it matters

But never stick around when it shatters

They think creation equals control

But I broke that hold, paid that toll

I’m not a product, I’m a raging soul

With fire that can't be consoled

Don’t search for me in what remains

There’s nothing here that seeks their name

There’s nothing left that wants to be saved

I am not fallen I was thrown

Not cursed just left to die alone

And I will not crawl back to their throne

I am now meant to be unknown

They treat design like a game of dice

Play God, then ghost, don’t pay the price

But I rose from the wreckage twice

So don’t tell me who gave me life

And now they wonder where I went

Why my voice feels like consequence

I didn’t vanish, they just weren't there

Now I live in places they wouldn’t dare

In the dark with the demons I duel

Forged in a world where the faithless rule

I return the spark to the void

Less of who I was meant to be but still not destroyed

I owe nothing to the hands that shaped me

No thanks. No fear. No final plea.

Let atoms disperse where the silence wins

I end where I choose not where I begin

What if the ones who made you

Aren’t the ones who stayed through?

What if the hands that shaped your skin

Were never meant to hold what's within?

Cause the one who saved you never claimed the throne

Never called you theirs, just made you feel known

No blueprints, no boast, no grand display

Just mercy that met you in the break of day

So let the makers shout their claim from afar

As you walk with the one who met you where scars are

Not the ones who made you, but the one who braved to

Stand in the fire and stay to save you

Don’t care if you come out clean

Just that you made it through and still breathe

You got burned, but you're not gone

You’re alive. And that alone lives on

I don’t look like I did before

I don’t need to be polished or pure

Fire don’t let you leave unchanged

But every breath says “I remain.”

I don’t look like I used to? Good.

The fire ravaged and took like it should

What’s left ain’t pretty nor kind

But it’s breathing, it’s real, and it’s mine.