Force of Personality

I wear the night like an old bruise,

Tucked beneath my rawest shame.

You call me out for every tremble,

And I vow I’m not the same.

I tried whispering in broken lines,

But my voice found only static.

So I leaned on rage—my twisted sign,

A soul hungry, dark, emphatic.

***

[I was forged in bitter whispers, shadows stitched my soul,

Crawled from fragments, broken pieces, desperate to be whole.

They named me reckless chaos, painted madness on my frame,

Saw the wildfire in my eyes, never dared to speak my name.]

***

[I learned to scream in silence, learned to stand alone,

In the temple of defiance, carved my heart from stone.

The world's a cruel preacher, choking me in velvet lies,

But my voice shakes cathedrals—truth howls, never dies.]

***

You say you see a monster, draped in echoes of my scars.

I say I’m just a pilgrim, stumbling under dying stars.

I’m not craving your affection; I’m demanding you to feel

All the chaos, all the thunder—proof I’m more than just “unreal.”

***

[No, they never liked me gentle, never listened when I cried,

Only heard me roar at midnight, only saw me burning bright.]

***

I’m the Force of Personality—flawed, unbound, alive.

In the hush of burning churches, nature begins to thrive.

I’m the voice you’ll never silence, the prayer you never prayed.

A collision of convictions, in your darkness, unafraid.

I’m a force of personality—echoing through your veins—

Refusing to speak softly, I am heartbreak, I am rains.

***

[Force of Personality, I’ll never tone it down,

Too loud, too fierce, too dangerous for your holy crown.

Love me or hate me, I’m too alive to hide,

Force of Personality, I’m the storm you can’t deny.]

***

Like a prophet locked in iron,

I starved for your belief.

You pinned me in a sermon,

Called me sorrow, called me thief.

But hearts are made for beating,

Pleading mercy in the dust—

Still I raised my torch of madness,

Drank these flames of kerosene and trust.

***

[I’ve been begging all my life just for permission to exist,

Holding fire on my tongue, wearing rage upon my wrist.

Caged by your expectations, forced beneath your polite smiles,

Every kindness feels like poison, every silence like denial.]

***

[In the chapel of self-hatred, I found my broken hymns,

Heard prophets whisper softly, "Your healing must begin."

Burnt away the false perfection, let all my madness show,

Now the truth explodes within me, this chaos that I know.]

***

I see lovers lost in shouting,

I see angels robed in lies.

We’re all sinners or we’re saints—

Maybe both in our own eyes.

So I hold my contradiction,

All caps blazing in the night:

I’m not a hero or a savior—

I’m just clinging to what’s right.

***

[And you’ll label me too broken, claim you want me tame,

But this lightning cannot whisper—it's shouting in my veins.]

***

You strike me down with judgments; I stand here, half-undone.

We keep tearing out each other’s throats, howling at the sun.

And still you say I’m screaming, just a storm that tears apart.

But my roar’s the sole protection of my fractured, tender heart.

***

[Force of Personality, no mercy in my stare,

Tired of bending backward for a world that doesn't care.

Unashamed, unapologetic, burning brighter than you dreamed,

Force of Personality, truth louder than you screamed.]

***

I’m the Force of Personality—defiance in the flesh.

A conjurer of shadows, forging hope while feeling wretched.

I’m the wolf haunting your temple, the lion in your dream,

A holy hush of blasphemy, unraveling your scheme.

I’m a force of personality—standing in raging light—

I won’t fade into the background, I refuse to lose this fight.

***

We said we’d try differently,

Even when old habits burn.

I see your trembling reflection,

You sense my endless yearn.

I’m dancing on this fault line,

Blood singing in my veins—

No saint, no demon, purely human,

Breaking out of heavy chains.

***

[You know, they say fire destroys—but have you watched it build?

I've met darkness, been baptized by rage,

Touched madness and called it sage.

They locked me down in glass houses,

Telling me not to cast stones,

But my voice is granite—

Slinging truth from my bones.

I am loud for the silenced, angry for the weak,

Madness is vile clarity when sanity is bleak.

So call me firestarter, Shaman, you mad priest,

Force of Personality—

I'm my own sacred beast.]

***

In the hush between our curses,

I hear the faintest vow:

A promise that we’re more than scars

If we let each other see how

We love, we bleed, we try again—

We fail, then we ascend.

My voice may be too loud for you,

But it’s all I have to mend.

***

[No more begging for acceptance, no more apologies to feed,

Every scar upon my heart now stitched proudly in my creed.

Yeah, I’ve shattered your mirrors, crashed gates of polite disguise,

I'll wear my chaos proudly, bleeding truth from wild eyes.]

***

[I’m done taming hurricanes, playing your cruel game,

Let them tremble at my boldness, let them speak my name.

Call me difficult, destructive—call me sinner or saint,

I refuse to live my lifetime coloring inside your paint.]

***

Don’t punish me for being bold—

It’s fear that makes me lame.

I grew up caged in quiet rooms,

Convinced I bore the blame.

Now I war with siren memories,

I speak in twisted tongues,

But if you hold me in your arms,

I’ll yield my loaded guns.

***

[If all my noise is violence, let it shatter every wall,

If my truth ignites a riot, let all illusions fall.

I’d rather burn sincerely, set fire to your trains,

Than live a single moment in silence and ashamed.]

***

I never claimed to have the answers;

I only own this heat.

When the world calls me “too loud,”

It’s my armor, incomplete.

If you’re searching for redemption,

We could form it hand-in-hand,

Embracing every glitch in us,

Across this broken land.

***

[Oh, they thought they'd cage my thunder, thought they'd silence all my storms,

But I've never felt this strong, never felt this warm.]

***

I’m the Force of Personality—thunder pinned to bone.

I’d rather face your eyes ablaze than suffocate alone.

I’m the quake beneath your nightmares, the candle in your room,

I am heartbreak, I am healing, I am violence, I am bloom.

I’m a force of personality—harnessing wild truth.

I’m no cheap apology; I bleed real from root to tooth.

***

[Force of Personality, too vivid for your chains,

I'm the nightmare to your dogma, wild blood in fragile veins.

Too loud, too bright, too messy—this chaos sets me free,

Force of Personality—unstoppable, I am me.]

***

Let us be together—colliding, fused by grace,

No longer buried by silence, no longer fearing space.

We’ll sing our contradictions, we’ll break each other’s fall,

Unchaining what was hidden, rewriting the pain we scrawled.

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[Force of Personality]

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Force of raw desire.

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{We ignite in bright duality,}

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[From ashes,] we conspire.

***

I’ve grown tired of your corners—

[You’ve grown tired of my screams—]

But we’re standing here, awakened,

[A fragile tapestry of dreams.]

Yes, I am thunder unrelenting,

[I am lightning burning free,]

We’re two storms brewed together,

[Sharing electricity].

***

{A force of personality—

We shape each other’s fate.

Unholy, wholly present,

And for that,

I stay.}