It consumes us all. Some don't notice it, and for that i pity them.
It consumes your thoughts and your actions are a clear display of the dangerous infestation of it in your heart.
It is painted by your words, by your choices. Everything you do points back to this.
When you look in the mirror i wonder if you see the person you are, or if you have trained yourself to see the lie you live.
Part of me wishes i could pretend as well as you. You could convince a blind man to see.
I guess this lifestyle is not for the faint. I have always told myself i can keep up. I can bend and not be broken, i can be pierced and not bleed. You have proved me wrong, which isn't a common occurrence. I guess lying works and this ficade won't be broken. The lies and heartbreak you have chosen to build your life on are locked away in a chamber lased with greed and genuine deception .
i can scream, i can hit, i can tattoo the truth, but that wont help.
i can struggle, i can fight it, but that won't save you now.
You muffle my voice since you know even a whisper of the truth will bring your castle crumbling to the ground.
Reputation trumps authenticity and picture perfect is who you see in the shattered mirrors.
Your words, when you twist mine, seem like the truth.
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