Built on frailties it bends as the wind pushes it away.
Ready to break but still holding to the lies that you refuse to own.
Cunning and calculating you think you have fooled
those around you, but you’re a transparency.
Slamming shut the door that was opened to you.
Closing off the world that was there for you.
Hurting those that loved you.
A game? Or a truth that always was and you played until that moment?
The lies that you told to achieve this – were they worth it?
The blame that you rendered – did it feel good?
Do they feed you still?
Hunger’s unleashed but you will never be filled
and eventually the piper comes calling.