I Am Me
By Elfida
[Intro – Spoken Word / Atmospheric Beat]
Too loud for some.
Too quiet for others.
But I’m not here to fit your box.
I’m here to be me.
[Verse 1 – Reflective Flow]
Some say I’m loud, that I’m too much,
Others say I’m quiet, cold to the touch.
But I ain’t here to be your version of right,
I don’t dim my flame just to match your light.
You twist my words, play your mind games,
Gaslight me, then say I’m insane.
But I see through the shade, every fake role
You don’t get to define my soul.
[Hook – Anthemic / Sung or Rapped with Harmony]
I am not too much, I am not too little,
I’m the full truth, no mask, no riddle.
I’m not your victim, I write my own name,
Don’t need your drama to rise through the flame.
I am me, raw, real, and free,
You don’t get to rewrite my story.
[Verse 2 – Gritty & Honest]
Yeah, I’ve been bruised, I’ve seen the dark,
Felt the pain bite deep, left its mark.
But I rose, didn’t fold, I stayed real,
Turned my wounds into gold, let ‘em heal.
I made mistakes, yeah, I own mine,
But I grow like roots breaking through the line.
I ain’t weak, and I ain’t cruel,
I’m the bridge between feeling and rule.
[Bridge – Spoken over stripped beat]
Don’t be selfish just ‘cause I’m kind.
My softness doesn’t make me blind.
Nah. I see it all.
The fear. The blame. The pain.
Many things that you hide…
I still choose to be on your side.
Don’t take it for granted
And don’t lose your guide.
[Verse 3 – Empowered Delivery]
You want change? Then you better start changin’.
Life don’t wait while you out here blamin’.
Hiding behind judgment, stuck in shame,
Sleepin’ in the rain while the sky’s yellin’ gain.
These storms ain’t setbacks they’re clues,
Showin’ you paths that you still refuse.
You get what you give, that’s the way it is,
The mirror don’t lie, it shows how you live.
[Hook – Stronger, layered vocals]
I am not too much, I am not too little,
I’m the full truth, no mask, no riddle.
I’m not your victim, I write my own name,
Don’t need your drama to rise through the flame.
I am me, raw, real, and free,
You don’t get to rewrite my story.
[Outro – Spoken Word over fading beat]
I’m not perfect.
I’m not pretending.
I’m the result of pain, growth, and relentless becoming.
This is me.
Not less. Not too much.
Just real enough to rise.
