Mirrors Crack Where Cowards Stand

Face me (ME) — I’m the truth you buried (BURIED)... alive!!!

No masks (MASKS), no myths (MYTHS) — just marrow and nerve (NERVE!)

Let’s see what your silence really deserves (SERVE!)

You flail in the fog, call it “complexity”

But I smell the stench of your self-pity

Crooked backbones bent to comfort’s throne

Can’t carry the weight of truth alone

Face me (ME) — I’m the truth you buried (BURIED)... alive!!!

Beak sharp with the echoes you won’t survive

Your choices rot beneath your grin

I’m not your conscience — I’m what begins

You flail in the fog, call it “complexity”

But I smell the stench of your self-pity

Crooked backbones bent to comfort’s throne

Can’t carry the weight of truth alone

Wore shame like armor you never earned

Scripted guilt while the lesson burned

But I see you — brittle and clean

Faith stitched in fear, tucked in routine

Silence isn’t strength — it’s just a script

You mouthed your lines while the soul slipped

Blamed gods, stars, and therapy bills

When the lie was yours — and always will

I offer nothing — no healing, no balm

Just a requiem etched in semantic psalm

You called me cursed, divine, profane

But I’m just free... who remembers your name

Face me (ME) — I’m the truth you buried (BURIED)... alive!!!

Beak sharp with the echoes you won’t survive

Your choices rot beneath your grin

I’m not your conscience — I’m what begins

You fear the scream trapped in your throat

I feast on truths you never wrote

I asked for honesty — and you fled

So I gift you ruin instead

Come now — gaze through the flame-wrought glass

Tell me your worth without the past

No masks, no myths — just marrow and nerve

Let’s see what your silence really deserves