The Gig Is Up

Owning growth, walking in truth, and refusing to shrink for others. Being real, always.

The Gig Is Up

You're on your toes now, huh?
Thought it was a game—
But I play chess,
While you're still learning checkers by name.

Discernment’s a gift, not a toy to toss,
It cuts through illusions, no matter the cost.
You play with shadows, I walk in the light,
Clarity sharpens my inner sight.

I looked in the mirror, saw work to be done,
Refined my edges, faced what I'd shun.
Each day, I rise—reborn, self-made,
While you wear masks in fear and shade.

Growth intimidates, I see it in your eyes,
You mask your envy with well-crafted lies.
My confidence echoes, and it rattles your soul,
So you project your pain just to feel whole.

You think I think I’m better than you—
But I just refuse to dim my view.
I climbed out of pits you still lie in,
Refusing to shrink just to let you win.

You tried to drag me back below,
But I’ve seen too much, and now I know—
The game you play, the roles you fake,
The taker's grin, the giver’s ache.

But the gig is up—I'm done with the show.
I walk in truth, and it will show.