i rose from the ashes
i escaped that fire
and shredded my old skin
when i look back on who i once was
i don't recognize her
but sometimes i don't want to believe the mirror
because i hate the person i see looking back at me
don't get me wrong
i'm all about self love
and sometimes i even love myself
but i'll always have those days
where i wish i was dead
who did i really become?
i made it out of that fire alive
but am i the one that started it?
