Escaping the narcissistic grip

The fire flys by like fireworks in the night sky, exploding around me, heatwaves hitting the face impactful as the lies you repeatedly told me, yet the ashes are as still as the actions you constantly showed me…The whole time I was in a burning house but was blinded by the beauty of the colors to realize all the clues until it was too late, now I’m relieved to have escaped with no more than a few burns. But now my walls are up faster than a Phoenix’s rebirth!