Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

What if I tell you the truth, and you leave,
vanish like smoke, like I was never real?

What if you see me—no filter, no glow—
just skin, just scars, just a girl you don’t know?

What if you hear me, and the voice is all wrong,
too sharp, too soft—never your song?

What if you touch me, and something is off,
not fire, not warmth—the spark in my eyes no longer you find ?

What if I don’t fit the shape in your mind,
a stranger, a fraud, a love left behind?

What if the words I carved into bone
once held you close, but now cut to the bone?

What if you read all I’ve written, and choke—
too bitter, too jagged, too broken to be hope?

What if you see it—this was never fate,
not fire, not home—just another mistake?

And what if I know how this always ends—
crawl through the wreckage, rebuild, pretend?

What if the lesson is never to learn—
the door always locks, but I always return?