16 August 2025

Midnight Tears of Iron

 



I don’t need anything; I am so used to being just me.

Any interruption I treat like a threat of my existence,

External disturbance of unhealthy voices.

I don’t need anything,

I’ve built what I lacked with my own persistence.

Away from foreign thoughts and comments,

It is my way of coping with the chaos I grow up in.

Some see it sad that the trust is broken, some even see me as damaged goods

And yet I am here fighting every day to what I hold dear to my heart.

I don’t see myself as a lonely princess waiting to be rescued.

In my world I am the one who carries the deepest scars

Yet always is regarded as the softest of them all.

But still those close to me try to intervene and give advices

I don’t ask for that – I only demand respect to my nature

I will talk when I find it best – as I said million times before - I don’t need anything.

Some of them are so offended – here wo go with the Hero complex:

Let me save you from yourself.

And when this request is denied, this friendship no longer serves them -

The ego boost declined.

Others present themselves as victims triggering my willingness to help

And when they got their validation, comfortably forget to call.

I don’t need anything,

I am what I had to become – harsh and blunt to the core.

Uncomfortable conversations held in the middle of the night

As if the darkness of the sky will hide the ugly truth revealed

Away from curious glances – enemies presenting as friends.

I don’t need anything,

I’ve cut the ties that no longer serve me.

I am no longer slave of my sweetness taken for granted,

I am not here to be the calm sea of your stormy weather.

I simply erase those existences from my life,

I am not here to heal the wounds I did not inflict.

I don’t need anything; I don’t want to be understood.

Every boundary I set is met with silence,

Let them call me Lady Cold - the thick ice cannot be broken by the timid steps above.

I don’t need anything - I’ve burnt the shaky bridges,

I don’t need those filthy hands touching my soul.

Like a phoenix rising from the smoke and ashes

I don’t pretend to be untouchable

Just claiming what feels true to me – unwilling to bend to those

Who try to make shrink into a little glimpse of their twisted illusion of who they need me to be!

I don’t need anything!