Mirror

[Intro – spoken, intense tone] They don't see you. They see what they want to. They don't hear your pain... They just scroll. [Verse 1] I ain't the villain you paint in your captions, Another name that you twist for reactions. Told the truth, now I’m the target you chose, Cut me deep, then post it like a quote. Every word’s a bullet, I bleed through the screen, Y’all laugh like my pain’s part of a meme. I tried to cope, now I'm barely intact, While you sip tea off the weight of my past. You tell me, “speak up,” then cancel the voice. Judge my trauma like I gave you the choice. You post pics with fake love in the tags, Then crucify souls for the clicks and the claps. [Hook – emotional, strained voice, half-sung like Dax’s chorus delivery] I’m not your mirror, I don’t reflect The hate you spit when you’re feeling wrecked. Behind this smile is a war I fight, Every day, every post, every night. You laugh at pain like it's part of the show, But these scars don't heal, they grow. You built a cage and called it fame... But I won't die just to play your game. [Verse 2 – more intense, faster delivery] They said “be real,” but hate when you feel, Rather see tears than something that heals. Mock every breakdown, twist every plea, Till silence becomes the loudest scream. I was drowning, you filmed it in 4K, Posted my fall with a clever cliché. Now I’m the punchline — viral and broken, While you collect likes on words I’ve spoken. How you proud of the pain that you shared? Mocking a soul you never dared to understand? You see numbers, I see graves, You see clout, I see chains. [Hook – more passionate, strained voice] I’m not your mirror, I don’t reflect The hate you spit when you’re feeling wrecked. Behind this smile is a war I fight, Every day, every post, every night. You laugh at pain like it's part of the show, But these scars don't heal, they grow. You built a cage and called it fame... But I won't die just to play your game. [Bridge – softer delivery, but dark and haunting] You never asked if I was okay… Just waited to see if I’d break. The joke was never funny — It just came too late. [Final Verse – spoken word style, fading voice] So if I disappear… Don’t search for answers in the comments. They were there the whole time. But no one ever cared to read ‘em. [Outro – slow echo, reverb-heavy] I’m not your mirror... I never was.