I tried to fit, to be what they said I should. Easy, they said. Laid-back, simple. \"Just be.\" But inside, a restless hum. I tried to break the box, the one they built so tight. Years of forced smallness, a stunted reach. \"Why can\'t I grow?\" the echo in my mind. Preservatives in every offered taste, a falseness. Illusions painted on every view, every rooftop I sought. \"Is this all there is?\" I\'d ask the clouds, the cracks in the walls. I saw it, finally. The giant I was meant to be, trapped. Then, a whisper, a subtle poison, \"You are small.\" And I believed it. Their lies, a fabric woven to confine. \"This is your world,\" they said. \"This is your truth.\" And I, for a time, let them steal my sight. But the hum, it never ceased. A persistent drum. The cracks in the walls, they widen now, a different light. Do I mend the fabric, stay within the lie? Or tear it open, claim the giant, and finally fly? The choice, a precipice, where shadows meet the sky.