Verse 1
It hit me before the words arrived,
A sudden heat I couldn’t hide,
Folded inward, head hung low,
Like something in me already knew.
Then the mind stepped in to say,
“This is who you are—this is your shame.”
Chorus
But the body never said I failed,
Never spoke in right or wrong,
It only felt a moment’s threat
And rang an old alarm.
Shame is just a signal passing through—
There was nothing wrong with me to prove.
Verse 2
I tried to fix it, tried to explain,
Tried to rise above the pain,
But the more I made it mean,
The heavier it seemed.
When I let the feeling be,
It loosened its grip on me.
Chorus
The body never said I’m small,
Never named me at all,
It just learned to pull away
When closeness felt unsafe.
Shame is just a habit, not a truth—
There was nothing wrong with me to lose.
Bridge
Before the story, before the name,
There was only heat, there was only change,
No identity, no blame—
Just sensation moving through its phase.
Final Chorus
Now when the flush comes back again,
I don’t turn it into who I am,
I let it rise, I let it fall,
It doesn’t own me after all.
Shame can knock, but it won’t stay—
It’s not the voice I have to obey.
Outro
Not healed.
Not fixed.
Just no longer fooled.
