Bitch, that's your reflection

Yeah... this one's for anyone who's been gaslit into oblivion

Let me take you on this journey through the wreckage

Of loving those who only loved their reflections

Let's go...

Mirrors for lovers, that's all that I found

Self-absorbed seekers just bringing me down

Every damn reflection just showing their face

While my f*cking identity started to fade

Walking the wire between wellness and wreckage

Emotions like waves crashing over the edges

Split into pieces by those who deceived me

Now I'm a mosaic of all who they'd need me to be

Picture frames filled with their bullsh*t projections

While I was the canvas for all their directions

Painted my soul with their personal needs

Left me with boundaries thin as the goddamn breeze

Mind like a pendulum, swinging through f*cking storms

Can't find my center since love became war

Fragments of me scattered all through this sh*t past

Trying to find which damn emotions will last

Chameleon skin from adapting too much

Changing my colors with every damn touch

Villain or victim, no in-between sh*t

Drowned in their praises then ghosted, that's it

Unstable connections, I'm tethered too tight

Then cut loose completely on one lonely night

Brain in a blender of "love me" then "leave"

Got me so dizzy I can't f*cking breathe

They say know thyself, but how the hell can I see

When all of my mirrors were painted by these bitches, not me?

The line between us got blurrier each day

Now my emotions swing wildly, ain't that a b*tch to say

I'm breaking the pattern, no more of their f*cked up games

The fractures inside me are not mine to blame

Black and white thinking from all of their training

But shades of gray healing is what I'm reclaiming, sh*t

Call me "crazy" but I didn't start this way

My soul was sliced open and left on display

For vultures who fed on my need to be loved

Discarded when empty, no f*cks to be given

Pushed to the edge where my brain split in two

Feeling too much then nothing at all, what the f*ck do I do?

These scars on my psyche run deeper than veins

My damaged perception still causing me pain

Walking the razor's edge daily, that's life

When your mind's been carved up by narcissistic knives

But I'm gathering pieces and finding my core

This fractured mosaic's worth fighting for