Unbothered

There’s a wall around me.

Not built from ego,

not made from pride,

something quieter than that.

Something placed, not forced.

It doesn’t need to prove anything.

It just stands.

People think it’s distance.

They think I’m cold,

that I’ve chosen to step away.

But it’s not like that.

I’ve just learned what deserves my energy

and what doesn’t.

So I move…

unbothered.

Not because nothing reaches me,

but because not everything gets to stay.

They don’t understand that.

They see the space and call it arrogance,

but they don’t see the discipline behind it,

the quiet decisions,

the moments I chose growth over noise.

I didn’t just wake up like this.

I was a seed once,

buried,

overlooked,

pressed under things that were meant to break me.

No one noticed.

No one clapped.

But I grew anyway.

Slowly.

Silently.

Without asking for attention.

Now they see something different.

Something steady.

And it bothers them.

Not because I’ve done anything to them,

but because I didn’t stay the same.

Because I kept going.

My growth says everything

I don’t need to explain.

I don’t argue.

I don’t announce.

I just… become.

And somewhere ahead,

I can feel it,

success, waiting.

Close enough to know it’s real.

They feel it too.

That’s what unsettles them.

They can’t reach me.

They can’t stop me.

They can’t understand how I got here.

So they talk.

They watch.

But I stay where I am,

unshaken,

untouched,

at peace with my own path.

Because I’ve learned something simple:

I am the storm.

I am the seed.

And I don’t need permission

to grow.