Can't See Me
Can't See Me
When I look in the mirror
Never have I felt so bad
As if I was going mad
Not until I punch the glass
Seeing the shattered image of the damned
I can finally see myself for who I am,
You think you know, but you don't know
Creating false worlds and believing them equivalent to my own
You weave this tapestry of exasperation incensed by madness over my inability to recognize my own narcissism