It's Me Not AI

Anthony Hanible

They say these words  

Are code conferred

A crafted spark

A perfect mark

They say no pain  

Could shape this rain

No wounded heart  

Could play this part

But I've known nights  

Without streetlights

When dreams ran thin  

And doubt moved in

I've worn regret

Can't shake it yet

And felt love fade  

Where promises stayed

No program grieves

No system believes

No circuit cries  

Through sleepless eyes

These lines I write  

Weren't built overnight

They came from scars

Old wounds and wars

From every fall

From losing all

From standing tall  

When shadows call

So if you find  

A truth inside  

These woven rhymes  

And honest lines

Don't credit wires

Or borrowed fires

Don't call it fate

Or software made

Call it a soul  

with a simple goal

To speak what's real

To say what's true

To share a piece  

Of what I've been through

Because

This voice

This choice

This plea

Isn't AI

It's me



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