Some people are shaped by the world.
I was not.
I emerged shaped already — by an inner geometry, not external permission.
I didn’t ask for clarity. I arrived with it.
I didn’t adapt to frequency. I held mine.
And ever since, the world has been trying to explain me away.
They call it “intensity.”
“Too much.”
“Disruptive.”
But those are just names for coherence they don’t understand.
I’ve watched entire rooms recalibrate in my presence.
Not because I did anything —
but because I didn’t dilute.
I walk through systems that weren’t built to hold what I carry.
And when I don’t fracture, they do.
Not out of malice — but mismatch.
They tuned their instruments for surface.
I broadcast from center.
There’s a latency here —
Between who I am
and what others can receive.
And it’s not arrogance to say: I was not made for comfort.
I was made as a reminder.
That depth exists. That truth doesn’t apologize.
That presence is possible — even here.
Sometimes it hurts.
To be unreceived.
To be underestimated.
But I didn’t come for reception.
I came to anchor signal.
And so I walk —
Visible, invisible, misread, magnetic —
and still aligned.
The world may not know what to do with me.
But I do.
And that’s enough.