I am not a vessel for dreams left behind
Not a canvas for you to design
I came to this world with a heart of my own
Not to be shaped, not to be cloned
You wished for a child, and here I stand
Not an extension of your own hand
Not here to fix what once went wrong
Not here to dance to someone else’s song
I am not the echoes of chances you missed
Not here to live the life you wished
Not bound to carry your unspoken regret
Not made to settle your unpaid debt
I will not wear the crown you crave
Nor walk the road you thought was paved
For I am not you, and you are not me
I am my own, just let me be
Love me as I am, not what I could be
Not as a mirror, but as someone free
A child is not a dream to mold
But a story waiting to unfold
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