The World According to You (Spoiler: No One Cares)

Oh, look who’s back, the star of the show,
The main character, didn’t you know?
You walk in a room, expect a parade,
Sorry, sweetheart, the trumpets delayed.

You think the sun rises just for your face,
That time bends itself to give you more space.
But newsflash, darling, hate to be rude—
You’re not the moment. You’re not even a mood.

A bad one at that, like a cold in July,
Like cheap perfume that won’t say goodbye.
A fly in the punch, a stain on the dress,
A human-shaped migraine—just more, never less.

Oh, but tell me again how you matter so much,
How every life bends to the sound of your touch.
How we all sit waiting, on bated breath,
For your next grand lie, your next fake freath.

Because you live for drama, you thrive in the fight,
Like a bat in a cave, screeching at light.
Yet here I stand, immune to the sound,
While you spin in circles and crash to the ground.

You scream betrayal! but here’s the twist—
You can’t be betrayed when you don’t exist.
Not in my mind, not in my day,
Not in my past, so please fade away.

You think you’re the centre, the axis, the core,
But you’re just an echo, a closed, locked door.
A rerun of nonsense, a joke no one gets,
A lifetime subscription to public regrets.

So go on, keep talking, keep spinning your tale,
Keep riding that train on its broken, sad rail.
But me? I’ve left, I’m free, I am done,
And trust me, my life’s never been so much fun.