Am I Still Me?

I wake up —

same skin, same mirror, same cracks

but I swear I don’t know who’s lookin’ back.

This ain’t insomnia…

This is an exorcism.

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I got thoughts in my head that I never invited,

Screamin’ in static, my shadow’s indicted.

Try to fake calm but my hands still shake,

Smile for the world while I internally break.

Clocks tick loud, louder than my pride,

Every memory’s a glitch that I’m tryna override.

I’m a looped-up ghost with a pulse and a name,

But I’m losin’ my grip — am I going insane?

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Am I still me, or some monster inside?

Wearing my face while my soul tries to hide.

I scream at the sky, but the silence just bleeds—

Is this who I am… or who trauma made me?

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I got pills for the rage and a prayer for the pain,

But the bottle’s just gas when I’m lit like propane.

Tell me —

When’s the last time you felt like you mattered?

I’ve been duct tapin’ dreams that my demons just shattered.

They call me a fighter, but I ain’t won shit,

Just learned how to lie and take hit after hit.

You want truth?

Fine—here’s the key:

I don’t even know if I’m still me.

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They say it gets better.

They say there’s hope.

But what if I’m the villain

in my own damn note?

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Rip my name off the stone!

I ain’t ready to go!

This ain’t goodbye —

This is me in control!

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Am I still me, or a shell left behind?

A fake little grin with a fractured mind.

I tear out my truth just to breathe and believe—

I’m more than my scars… and I’m takin’ back me.

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Still here.

Still fightin’.

Still… me?