Victim narrative

God does it hurt your head always playing the victim?

So many made up stories and lies,

you were nicer when you were dating men,

up took toxic masculinity with your newfound love for tits.

your ego doesn't match your height,

just a pretty face,

taking a million selfies that won't erase what you did to me,

that's why you play the victim

ever so carefully,

a chameleon but every time the victim,

new ugly hair cut,

same pretty face.

tortured by your own reflection,

haunted by me getting my smile back after I left.