City whisperin’…
Screens glowin’…
Everybody watchin’ from the dark like they know me.
But they don’t.
They just follow my shadow, screenshot my steps,
turn my life into a rumor they can preach about later.

Hearts cold…
Hands raised…
Voices say love, but the room say otherwise.
I learned quick —
some halos are glass,
and some shepherds only feed on who they can control.

They called me family…
but envy speaks louder than hymns.
They called me brother…
but their eyes prayed a different prayer.

It’s alright.
I saw it for what it was.
And I walked out with my soul intact.

Cue the watchers…

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