This story is about the quiet struggle of feeling misunderstood in a world that often values rules, conformity, and numbers more than imagination, emotion, and individuality. From an early age, I found myself torn between my artistic dreams and the academic pressures that defined success in narrow terms. I want to ask if it’s fair to ignore creativity just because it’s different. In SCO School, I experienced a sense of freedom my creativity was welcomed, and I felt seen. But that changed when I moved to Quality School, where strict gender roles and a lack of support for creative expression pushed me into a space of silence and self-doubt. I was labeled as “average” because my grades didn’t reflect the depth of my thoughts or the strength of my potential. It was painful to be reduced to a number on a paper, while the parts of me that mattered most my ideas, my art, my passion went unnoticed. Yet, even in that difficult space, I refused to give up. Art became my escape, my voice, and my resistance. Through each brushstroke, I challenged a system that tried to tell me who I was allowed to be. When I finally found a more supportive environment at Smart School, I began to heal. I gained back my confidence and learned that my creativity had value that I had value. Now, my art tells the story of a girl who was once silenced, but who chose to speak in color, form, and feeling. It reflects my journey of growth and resilience, and it asks a simple but powerful question: Why should creativity be ignored just because it doesn’t fit into a box? Dreams may be fragile, but they are worth fighting for and through my art, I continue to reach for them.