Drawn into the chaos, I fiddled with the mirth.
Keeping them squeaky clean, I covered myself in dirt.
Squandering through the massacre of pride
Placing their whims like a crown, I kept my wishes aside.

​Too many desires succumbed to their death.
Too many times I cried myself to sleep, embracing my bed.
I tried to keep the peace until I knew I was the one paying the price.
Of losing it all because of playing it too nice

Days went by, and so did the lonely nights.
All was fine until nothing was right.
I glanced over the mirror and the corpse of my joy stared at me,
She smiled at me and said, " Save yourself before every merry of your soul turns into melancholy.

​I held my existence in my hands and reckoned my existential bane.
I no longer looked at the false visions of who people could be, and nothing remained the same.
Maybe I played the fool for too long, for I held false visions of who they could be
And it was the awakening of seeing them for who they truly are that set me free.

​A folly that fiddled in its falsehood lifts its fog as the sun sets in.
You can play all the games you want, hon, for now, I know who I am from within.
Whoever stays, stays; whoever goes, goes. Now I hold the door with a smile.
Now I place the crown on my head, knowing I am worthwhile.

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