Flags

How do you know what’s right

When what’s right feels so wrong

When Living in survival is all you’ve ever known

When what’s wrong feels so right

Simply because you have to continue the fight

Trying to differentiate the flags

Not as easy as you believe

When the best players know how to deceive

Red flags , green flags

Like a back and forth game of tag

Apologies and love bombing

Heavy hands and runaway plans

Gaslit until you slip into the chaos

Victim becomes the villain

Now the enemy is just chilling

Painted as the one to blame

Just a pawn in their tragic game

Hell becomes your daily grind

Living in your survival mind

Trying to differentiate the flags

Not as easy as you believe

When the best players know how to deceive

Red flags , green flags

Like a back and forth game of tag

Then came a day you don’t need to fight

Safe and stable within his arms

Warmth and love fills the night

Still unsure within your head

A game of tug of war

Waiting for the daily fight

But all you have is mr right

No flags to fly

No running shoes needed

No need to hide

Girl you’ve succeeded