Fool

It's a silent dance

with the truth.

A beautiful lie

hidden in everyone's eyes.

It's a loud charade

with the lies.

An ugly truth

scarred in everyone's skin.

It's a game,

so easy, so simple,

and we all play.

Hey stranger,

hey you,

yes you,

over there...

I think you know the rules

quite well?

"No," you whisper,

eyes pointed to the floor.

Liar.

We all know

you've played this game

and played it like a fool.

But somewhere in between

everyone's bluffing,

everyone's backstabbing,

everyone's laughter

(aimed at you),

everyone's lying truths,

you became a

pro.

I think I saw you already,

it must've been somewhere.

Because

I've seen all you've got...

I know that poker face.

Honey,

you're not even fooling yourself.

But it's funny

how

this mirror

laughs at me.

It's funny how this mirror

speaks what I can't.

It's funny

that the mirror mocks me,

mocks me because

somewhere along the way...

I went numb.

And this lie

is far too perfect

to break.

Somewhere along the way

I learned.

I blocked the pain,

and now

I fear I'm insane.

Can't you see?

Your words don't harm me,

I'll spit them right back to you.

Your lies don't break me,

I'll give you even bigger ones.

Shhhh...

listen.

I think I hear...

I hear your heart aching,

breaking,

shattering.

Pieces scattered along the floor

and reflecting

your face.

Your face,

stricken...

because you've somehow,

someway,

lost your game.

The mirror doesn't mock you anymore,

it cries.

Because you can't play anymore.

You've already sang your goodbyes.

But don't worry love,

we don't mock you.

Everyone doesn't mock me?

You whisper, lying on the floor.

No,

the mirror S C R E A M S back.

Because up until now,

you made us all believe

that you would beat the system.

That you were beyond strong.

And that was enough.

For once in your life,

it was enough.

I don't want to quit.

You say, your final breaths coming.

But you've already have,

the mirror smiles sadly.

Some things

just can't be saved.

Some things

aren't meant to happen.

Some things

will defeat you before you know it.

What happened, stranger?

Weren't you a pro?

So how come

you let life's little challenges

get in your way.

Didn't you once say,

no one could take your happiness away?

It

strives to manipulate

It

manipulated you.

FOOL.

And

at the end of the day

with your final breath

you look at the mirror
and you

whisper,

then scream

Game over.

Dear _____________

Dear _____________,

Stop it.

You're beautiful.

You're beautiful beyond belief.

You're perfect in your own damn way.

Don't let anyone make you believe differently.

Why?

Why must you believe you're not good enough?

Because you are.

You are,

in a million ways

and more.

Why are you doing this to me?

Aren't you supposed to be happy for me?

Why are you screwing this up?

I love you,

always have...

probably always will.

But you're fucking up love,

big time.

I want you to look me in the eyes

and say

"I'm happy for you".

Is it really that hard?

Can't you stop being selfish for one second?

I need you.

I need to hear you say those

four words.

I need you to show me

you mean them.

Why is it so hard?

Aren't you my

oldest and loveliest friend?

Wake up.

It's not all about you.

I want you to stop this nonsense.

Stop thinking you're not good enough.

Stop wasting your time over

stupid childish thoughts.

Wake UP.

I need you to stop.

I need you to be there.

I don't need your criticism,

I need your love.

Stop this.

Stop.

Stop.

Wake UP.

And tell me

you know you're beautiful.

Wake UP.

And tell me

you're sorry.

(Mean it?)

Wake UP.

Because I need you.

I need you...

now more than ever,

when everything is going to hell.

Wake UP.

Because we can't keep dancing around the truth.

I don't need your jealousy.

I don't need your anger.

Your hate.

I need you as my friend.

I need you as that three year old

that became the person I know now.

I need you, as the one

I've always laughed, cried,

screamed

with.

Wake UP.

Because this isn't perfection,

this isn't your world.

Honey,

this is reality.

And in reality

you never know what you have

until you lose it.

And in reality,

it'll get old.

In reality,

I won't want to hear it forever.

And in reality,

we just might not be able to fix

all your broken strings.

And in reality,

I could stop trying.

So

I

beg

of

you,

STOP.

Sunday?

It's not easy.

It's not easy to wake up everyday

When you know,
when you know beyond knowledge that...
not a single thing...

Not a single...
fucking thing
is going to change.

Go look in the mirror,
will you please?
And tell me what you see.

I look at myself and can't seem to look beyond
the fact that you've screwed it ALL up.

Maybe you don't care.
Maybe you can't change.

But does it matter?
Did it ever?

Frankly,
I'm sick.

I'm sick of all your
bullshit.

The story never changes.
The story will never change.

But that doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that this will always be the same.
What matters is how it's left us all.

You're too selfish to see beyond yourself.
But we've lost
everything
to you.

For once,
for once in your life...
look me in the eyes
and tell me, speak, say:
"I love you."

Screw you.
I don't want another heartless apology.
Much less three words that don't mean
anything to you.
Three words I've tried to convince myself
countless times,
might actually mean something.

Three fucking words you have the power, the will to speak...
three fucking words I'd like to never hear from you
ever again.

Screw you.
Go tell someone else your bullshit.

Because I, for one, have heard this
a hundred, a thousand, a million, a billion
times.

Four words (from the bottom of my heart):

I don't love you.

Who knew?

Who knew?
That one day I'd wake up
and for once, I could feel everything shifting beneath my feet.
As if, with sudden motion, the world decided to spin with me instead of
against me.
I think I'm starting to see in color, instead
of those million shades of gray.
I'm not saying everything's finally falling into place...
because it's not in any way.
It's just that, for once, it doesn't feel like I'll fall apart
in two seconds.

Who knew?
Who knew indeed? : )