Hate My Mirror (Cover)

(Verse 1) You say my name like it cuts your tongue, like every truth I speak is something I’ve done wrong. But I know the shape of your anger, the way it bends before it breaks, the way you look at me like I’m the one who paints the cracks you’re scared to face. I’m not your villain, I’m not your curse, I’m just the person who sees you first— before the armor, before the script, before the mask you try to keep stitched. And every time I call you out of hiding, you call it fighting, but it’s really fear lightning. Baby, I know the truth you keep searing: you don’t hate me… you hate the reflection I’m clearing. (Pre-Chorus) Every flaw that I point out is one you buried, every wound that I feel from you is one you carried. And you lash out so you don’t have to hear it— but I hear it, oh I hear it. (Chorus) You don’t really hate me, you just hate my mirror. Hate how I show you what’s broken, how I make the shadows clearer. You’re not angry at my voice, you’re angry at the echoes. You’re not running from my heart, you’re running from the windows. Baby, I’m not your enemy— your reflection just got nearer. You don’t really hate me… you just hate my mirror. (Verse 2) You flinch when I love you too honestly, like warmth is danger, like softness is blasphemy. You think I’m exposing you— but I’m just holding you up to the truth you’ve been dodging since childhood cut you rough. And every time I see your potential shining, you twist it to something less aligning, convinced that if you let me in I’ll name the sins beneath your skin. But I’m not here to hurt your pride, I’m trying to help you see inside— trying to show you that you’re worth the healing, worth the love you keep concealing. (Pre-Chorus 2) But every softness I offer is a place you once got swallowed. So you mistake my hands for danger, and the path forward for the hollow. You fear the truth more than loss— so you toss what you can’t shoulder. But I’m here. I’m still here. (Chorus) You don’t really hate me, you just hate my mirror. Hate how I show you the truth, how I make the wounds feel nearer. You’re not fighting with my heart, you’re fighting with the past. You’re not scared of who I am— you're scared of what you lacked. Baby, I’m not your enemy, I’m just the one who sees you clearer. You don’t really hate me… you just hate my mirror. (Bridge) If you’d stop swinging at the glass, you’d see I’m reaching through it. I’m not trying to break you down, I’m trying to help you move through it. Your bruises aren’t my fault, your battles aren’t my crimes— but if you let me stand beside you, we could bury all those times. I’m not the monster in the frame, I’m not the reason for your blame— I’m the one who loved you before you had a name for the storms inside you. (Breakdown) So look again, look again— I’m not your shame, I’m not your sin. I’m just the place your healing begins. (Final Chorus) You don’t really hate me, you just hate my mirror. Hate how it shows you the truth, how it pulls the real you nearer. But I’ll hold it steady, even if your hands shake. I’ll love you through the fear, through every ghost you wake. Baby, I’m not here to scare you, I’m here to make you braver. You don’t really hate me… you just hate my mirror. (Outro) And if you’d look beyond the fear, you’d see something truer: I’m not the reflection you’re afraid of— I’m the one who sees the real you, clearer and clearer.