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.