You Don’t Know Me (But You Talk Like You Do) V2

You saw my pic, now you’ve got thoughts, Judged my vibe, ignored my dots. Wrote a thread like you know my sins— Darling, we’ve never even been in the same skin. You screenshot my breakfast plate, Then tweet like you're my soulmate. You say I'm fake, you say I'm lost— But sweetie, please… at what cost? You don’t know me, but you talk like you do, Like you were there when I made it through. Like you wore my pain, drank my wine, Like you cried my tears in perfect time. You scroll, you guess, then spin your clue— But I don’t think I followed you. So save your script, I’ve read a few— You don’t know me. You wish you do. You said I’ve changed — that’s the point, Not tryna live for your anoint. You liked me more when I was sad, Relatable when life went bad. Now I smile and y’all revolt, Like healing is a damn insult. But I’m still here, with grace and wit— Serving peace, you throw a fit. You don’t know me, but you type like you do, Write your truth in bitter hue. You paint my life in secondhand tones, Like gossip built my pretty bones. Say I'm “too much,” or “not quite new”— But baby, I’m not built for you. You're background noise I filter through— You don’t know me. You just view. You don’t know what I've survived, The nights I fell, the days I lied. The times I almost walked away— But stayed and smiled anyway. So don’t assume you know my fight, Just ‘cause my highlights caught your light. I'm not your mirror, I'm the proof— Of what you fear. Of what is truth. You don’t know… no, you don’t… never did…