the doormat

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I’m a doormat in a hallway of narcissists, architecting the art of the bliss While you sharpen your teeth on my kindness, I’m building a fist in the mist. You want me composed? Cool? Collected? A puppet disconnected? You’re projecting your flaws on a canvas of chaos you’ve never inspected. I’m the pressure valve tightening, lightning trapped in a bottle of glass, Watching the seconds pass, you’re just grazing the grass, I’m the storm moving fast. They treat respect like a currency I’m supposed to hand out for free, But you’re bankrupt in morals, you’re drowning in puddles, you’re looking at me Like I’m stable? Like I’m able to tolerate the weight of the floor? When I’m ready to lock every latch and to unhinge every door. You’re walking over me, thinking I’m static, but I’m kinetic, systematic, Calculating the crash, turning all of this trauma into something dramatic. (0:50 - 1:10) (Hook) And one day, the snap isn't sound, it’s a silence that screams, When I wake from the nightmare of living inside of your schemes. You expect me to fold? To be cold? To stay in the lines? I’m a ticking clock waiting for all of the stars to align. (Verse 2) You adore the facade, keep me trapped in the box with a smile on my face, You’re running the marathon, tripping me up, then you win every race. But the friction is building, the heat is intense, and the metal is warping, I’m losing my patience, I’m losing my logic, my psyche is morphing. You talk about "peace" and you talk about "calm" like I’m some kind of servant, While you’re digging my grave, and you’re acting so nonchalant and observant. I’ve got a ledger of sins, written in ink that’s made out of regret, And every single name on the list is a debt that I haven't paid yet. You think I’m just taking it? Taking the hit? Taking the loss? You haven't calculated the profit, you haven't accounted the cost. I’m a volcano dormant, beneath all the ice that you piled on my chest, I’m putting your loyalty, integrity, sanity, all to the test. (1:55 - 2:20) (Bridge) (Tempo increases, chaotic energy) Tick, tock. Hear that? That’s the sound of the pendulum swinging. I’m cutting the strings, I’m breaking the bell that you’re ringing. You want a reaction? You want to see me lose all my grip? I’m sharpening words like a blade, watch the narrative flip. It’s not just a snap, it’s a rupture, a tear in the fabric of fate, I’m closing the gates, I’m sealing the room, it’s too little, too late. (2:20 - 2:50) (Verse 3) When the snap finally hits, it’s a symphony composed of the ending, I’m shattering mirrors, I’m breaking the rules that you thought you were bending. It’s not just me, it’s the ones in my orbit, the ones who were callous, I’m burning it down, I’m taking the crown, I’m raiding the palace. Don’t look for a motive, don’t look for a reason, the reason is you, The cycle of suffering, gaslighting, tethering—we are all through. I’m the reaper, the keeper, the sleeper who’s finally waking, The foundation is crumbling, the ground is just shaking and shaking. (2:50 - 3:15) (Outro) (Music strips back to just the heavy, rhythmic heartbeat) So keep walking. Keep stepping. Don’t look down. ‘Cause when the floor finally gives way… There’s nothing left to catch you. There’s nothing left for any of us. (Long exhale) …Snap. (Fade to silence)

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