(Verse 1)
They said she was chaos in color,
Mood swings like a storm in July.
But no one ever asked her why the thunder,
Only watched the lightning in her eyes.
They wrote their stories in the margins,
Never read the page beneath her pain.
Called her names to make her smaller,
So they could feel a little sane.
(Chorus)
She was never bipolar,
She was breaking their mold.
Screaming truth in a whisper,
They called it losing control.
She was never unsteady,
They just couldn’t understand—
Her fury was justice,
Her anger was planned.
(Verse 2)
She saw empathy dying in headlines,
Heard silence dressed up as care.
Every “crazy” they threw like a stone
Was proof they were never really there.
She kept her ground through the rumors,
Turned every label into flame.
It wasn’t her mind that was fractured,
It was the world that couldn’t take her name.
(Bridge)
Don’t call her broken for feeling the weight,
Don’t call her sick for refusing to fake.
They wanted her quiet, wanted her small,
But anger like hers redeems us all.
(Chorus)
She was never bipolar,
She was breaking their mold.
Screaming truth in a whisper,
They called it losing control.
She was never unsteady,
They just couldn’t understand—
Her fury was justice,
Her anger was planned.
(Outro)
So let them talk, let them rewind,
She’s not a headline this time.
She’s the mirror we all avoid—
She’s the voice we tried to destroy.
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