Yo, look in the mirror—whose eyes you see? Same face, different me—every single week Yesterday I was a king, today I’m debris Tomorrow? Who knows—maybe a memory We paint the world in filters, Instagram glow But underneath? Just bones and ego One like, one hate—suddenly I’m gold One ghost, one block—suddenly I’m cold Perception’s a ghost, it dances on your skin What you see ain’t real—it’s just where your mind begins We chase the highlight reel, but miss the quiet sin Truth’s a mirror cracked—reflects what you let in Scrollin’ past the pain, double-tap the pain Call it “growth,” but it’s just dopamine rain Mom said “be yourself,” but I’m a brand now Sold my soul for a blue check—damn, how? Kids think fame’s a cure, like therapy’s fake But the comments cut deeper than any blade We’re all actors—scripted, filtered, staged Till the battery dies and the mask just fades Perception’s a ghost, it dances on your skin What you see ain’t real—it’s just where your mind begins We chase the highlight reel, but miss the quiet sin Truth’s a mirror cracked—reflects what you let in Hey… you ever stare at your own hands? Like—whose are these? Who’s really in command? We’re all just stories—half-written, half-lies And the audience? Us. No applause, no prize So next time you judge—pause. Breathe. That stranger’s you… in a different dream. Perception’s a ghost—let it go, let it leave You’re more than the likes… you’re the air we all breathe. [beat cuts—echoes of “let it leave… let it leave…”] Woke up at three, heart racing, no reason Thought I was worthless—then remembered: that’s treason Against the kid who built forts out of couch cushions Against the girl who sang off-key in the kitchen We let the world rewrite us like bad fanfic But the plot twist? You’re still the protagonist No edits needed—just raw, unfiltered you The version that cries at sunsets, laughs at blue So close your eyes. Feel the pulse. That’s not just blood—it’s proof you exist. No likes, no views—just this moment, this breath Perception’s a ghost… but you? You’re the rest. [beat fades slow—808s throb once, twice—then silence] Let it go… let it go… Why let go? ‘Cause the weight’s a lie Perception’s chains—rusty, cold, they die Let go of the score, the likes, the shame You’re not the number—you’re the flame Why let go? ‘Cause you’re already whole No filter needed—no script, no role The mirror’s cracked, but the light still shines Through every scar—through every line Let go… let go… You’re enough… you’re enough… Let go…

Human’s Perception