How many times have you told me, “Do as I say”? How many times have you whispered, “Without me, you are no one”? The crown you forced on my head shines with someone else’s jewels — not mine. Every spike digs into my skull, each one screaming, “Fear is right, endurance is duty, compliance is law.”

But you know what? I don’t care who says what, I will stay true to myself! You are no longer a king. You are a shadow. And you know what else? This crown doesn’t suit me. It’s not mine. And I’m done carrying your fears around my neck.

I’m done listening to your nonsense about blame. Dude, look for the reasons within yourself! You thought you could control me, but now I remember: first, the king dies. And then — dawn breaks.