False Mirrors

False Mirrors

Click. Another taste, another lie, Shaped exactly to my size. I didn’t choose this song, this face, It chose me — with subtle grace.

Swipe. Desire by design. You fed me wants that weren't mine. Now I can't recall the day I ever felt another way.

Freedom comes pre-packed, Options dressed like facts. You call it love, I call it trap.

Obey what you like. Like what you see. What you see Was chosen for me.