I Was Here First You followed me — not for the love, not for the path, but because I found mine and you couldn’t stand it. I fought to belong, I earned this space, something I built for me — and you crawled in, mask on, pretending friendship. You logged into my life, stalking every corner, messaging my people, calling my mum, turning my peace into chaos. When I said, leave me alone, you held tighter, control your poison, and I your supply. You stood behind me at cadets, pushed too close to the car — my mum had to speed away to keep me safe, but the heartbeat stays. You act innocent now, spamming the group, playing the victim, flipping the script — while I stay quiet, tired, unseen. But I was here first. I built this peace. I earned this space. I will not shrink to make you bigger. You do my head in. Take and take — but I won’t disappear. I won’t be silent while you rewrite the story. I am staying, not for you, not to fight — but because this is mine. And I was here first. ---