It is not your job to like me. You do not get a vote in the way I carry myself, the way I speak, the way I exist. I do not live for your approval.

I am not your entertainment. I am not here to satisfy your expectations. I am not a performance piece for your judgment. I’m not paying you to like me. I do not earn your affection, your praise, or your fleeting admiration. That is not currency I trade in.

Your opinion is not my reality. The world you imagine, filled with your assumptions, your envy, your gossip—it does not touch the ground I walk on.

Have a reality check, sweetie. Earth to my haters: you are still in wonderland. No wonder you are lost, chasing shadows that do not exist.

I do not shrink to make you comfortable. I do not dim to make your life easier. My presence, my energy, my power—they are mine, and mine alone.

You talk behind my back as if the air itself belongs to you. You whisper like you wield influence. But you wield nothing. You hold nothing.

Your wonderland is fragile, made of assumptions, half-truths, and the echoes of your own ego. You cannot bend me to your narrative.

I am unapologetic. I am deliberate. I am aware. Every smirk, every glance, every silence—it is a choice, and it is mine.

So continue to watch. Continue to wonder. Continue to whisper. I will continue to live, to rise, to create, to exist exactly as I am.

Your disapproval is a shadow that cannot touch me. Your hatred is wind that cannot move me. Your opinion is a ghost that cannot haunt me.

I have walked through storms, through betrayal, through eyes that tried to shape me into something less than I am. And I am still here.

Stronger. Sharper. Softer. Deadlier. Quietly magnificent. Unyielding in ways you cannot even comprehend.

Do not mistake my calm for ignorance. Do not mistake my silence for weakness. I am a storm contained, and yet I am endless.

Your wonderland is a cage. You live in it, you feed it, you believe it is all there is. Meanwhile, I walk freely, aware, alive, untouchable.

I am not accountable to your taste. I am not responsible for your comfort. I am not indebted to your admiration.

You may talk. You may judge. You may dream up narratives that never existed. But none of it is mine to bear.

I exist beyond your approval, beyond your envy, beyond your reach. My life is mine. My choices are mine. My peace is mine.

So continue to play in your fantasy. Continue to measure the world against your weakness. I will continue to rise above it, above you, above everything you imagined you could control.

I am here. I am unshaken. I am alive. And your wonderland will never touch the reality I built for myself.