Built on Blame

They tell me I’m the broken one

But their hands leave all the scars.

They scream “clean,” while making messes

And rearrange my world like it’s theirs to toss.

Woke up in a maze built by strangers’ hands

Every wall repainted in colors I can’t stand

My name on nothing, yet the blame’s on me

And they parade their chaos like it's sanity.

They move what’s mine, then scream if I breathe

Their rules rewrite themselves every time I speak

But I keep receipts they’ll never read

And I start to wonder — is it them or me?

Maybe I’m not the one that’s cracked

Maybe I’m the only one who sees the cracks

They burn the house and blame the ash

Smile sweet and twist the facts

They say I’m sick while they play pretend

But sanity’s the last one standing in the end.

They mix poison with perfume and call it clean

They rewrite time to fit their routines

Deadline dictators in a borrowed space

Then cry "disrespect" when I guard my place.

They claim I’m fragile but shatter glass

Hide their claws behind a polished mask

Say “it’s just a game” while they rearrange

Then rage at me for calling it strange.

Maybe I’m not the one that’s cracked

Maybe I’m the only one who sees the cracks

They burn the house and blame the ash

Smile sweet and twist the facts

They say I’m sick while they play pretend

But sanity’s the last one standing in the end.

I watch their logic fall like dust

Built on guilt and fragile trust

They gaslight in glitter, command in calm

But I see the truth in every bomb.

They say I’m too much —

But maybe I’m just enough.

They say I should change —

But I already know what’s up.

Maybe I’m not the one that’s cracked

Maybe I’m the only one who won’t look back

They burn the house and blame the ash

But I’m the smoke they can’t outmatch

They say I’m sick while they play pretend

But sanity’s the last one standing in the end.

I’m not broken, just awake

And I won’t bend until I break.

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