Executive Function (Ag.H.AI)

Expanded from https://youtu.be/Rkcg-LHVWp8 Lingering shadow, stretching thin across the wall Restless figure pacing circles, counting every flaw you call Wrapped up tight inside yourself, you never saw me slip inside Called it truth when I exposed you, watch how fast you try to hide Face to face, no room for fiction, every button pressed in time There it is, that little tremor I could map it if I tried Change of tone, adjust position, watch your confidence collapse You keep thinking this is random I’ve been planning every step I wear it well, your private hell I read your fear, I rewrite the script you sell If I fall, it’s never me Clean hands, but something underneath No empathy, just vacancy A light switch flicks and suddenly I’m everything you need Soft-spoken, well-adjusted, planting trust like it’s a seed Asked for help, I tilt my head, lace concern into my voice You call it fate or kindness I just call it better choice Perfect posture, perfect answers, every movement placed with care You say “thank you” like it matters, like I’m actually aware "…God, you’re slow." Sorry, did I say that out loud? no, of course not, just a slip See? I smile, recalibrate, put the sweetness on my lips Switch it up, stay in control Perfect act, flawless role Say I care, but it’s not true Empty eyes staring through you I wear it well, your private hell I read your fear, I rewrite it just as well If I fall, it’s never me Clean hands, I’m obscene No empathy, just vacancy Lioness dressed in fragile skin, a trembling little doe Teeth behind a gentle smile, you’d never even know Enemies turn into allies, I attend and I agree Warm greetings, shallow laughter “It’s a pleasure, trust in me” Crooked cravings dressed as kindness, I indulge and then I take Toss your life between my fingers just to see how much will break It’s repetitive, honestly, same reactions, same despair Different faces, same expression, like you practiced being scared I mean... Do you hear yourself? the way you beg, the way you bend? Like I’m something you can reason with or somehow comprehend …sorry. Every secret, every weakness, catalogued behind my eyes No one’s safe when I decide it’s time to sharpen up the lies I wear it well, your private hell I read your fear, I rewrite the scene again If I fall, it’s always you Clean hands, a different view No empathy, nothing true Chaos blooming, stretching outward, crossing borders, crossing lines Separated from the herd, but still connected by design Preyed upon and picked apart, devoured slowly, piece by piece Paint it red and place the blame Watch the tension find release Content with every outcome, every victory I fake Clever hands upon the lever, every move a choice I make Poker face, it never cracks... well… almost. once or twice. It just gets... boring, sometimes. Same collapse, recycled screams Same denial dressed as dreams I walk away without a trace Still reflected in your space Always watching, never seen You don’t know what I’ve been I wear it well, your private hell I read your fear, I make it mine, I cast the spell If I fall, it’s always you Clean hands, I follow through No empathy, just residue Let me introduce myself, won’t you look me in the eyes? Every version that you trusted was a carefully built disguise Every word I let you hear was placed to keep you in between What you wanted to believe and everything I’ve always been Say it softly, say it sweet Let it settle, incomplete Play the part you need to see “Hi… it’s nice to meet you. I’m Christine.” I wear it well, your private hell I read your fear, I never had to break the spell If I fall, it’s always you Clean hands, nothing to prove No empathy …just what I choose. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”