I Wrote This Instead of Screaming

Cheap champagne, paper streamers, 
I played the good hostess in a house full of tears. 
Swallowed the truth till it burned going down,
Ignored the fault lines that grew without sound. 
You said, "It's all in your head," with that sugar-laced grin,
Twisting the story to stay in your spin.
But a whisper of fury's a vow I'll defend;
I made it the night you thought I'd reached my end.

The thing about wildfires once they ignite,
You can't predict where the embers take flight.
You thought I'd be lost to the smoke and the fire,
But I rise brighter forged in the pyre.

Your version of me was a tale well-rehearsed,
But this villain's decided to rewrite the verse.
That sweet poison you just couldn't quit,
Became the ink, and I'm using all of it. 
This isn't collapse, it's my grand debut,
And darling, I'm writing you out, it's true.

I enter rooms, and the chill sets in,
My name whispered low like original sin.
They call me heartless, a masterpiece of pain,
A walking remnant, shattered yet sane.
And still, you're crowned as the glorified sage,
Trapped in the ash of your own gilded cage.
But the final twist in this tragedy? 
You've become the ghost that nobody sees.

The thing about wildfires once they ignite,
You can't predict where the embers take flight.
You thought I'd be lost to the smoke and the fire,
But I rise brighter forged in the pyre.

Your version of me was a tale well-rehearsed,
But this villain's decided to rewrite the verse.
That sweet poison you just couldn't quit,
Became the ink, and I'm using all of it. 
This isn't collapse, it's my grand debut,
And darling, I'm writing you out, it's true.

Here's the quiet you longed for, deep and wide,
Bridges in ruins, with shadows for guides.
Wear your crown, pretend to the part,
Ruler of an empire, your own broken heart.
The audience vanished, the curtain long past - 
Tell me, was the charade worth the cost of the act?

Your version of me was a tale well-rehearsed,
But this villain's finally rewritten the verse.
That sweet little poison you just couldn't quit?
It fueled my pen, and I'm burning with it.
This wasn't collapse, it's a rebirth, it's true...
And darling, I'm done being written by you.