DullBlahThe mirror cracks beneath my grin, a mask I wear so thin,
Eyes like storms, but no one sees the chaos raging deep within.
I paint my face with borrowed light, a shadow dressed in gold,
But every laugh is gasoline—it burns the parts I never sold.
Fake it ’til I make it, or fake it ’til it breaks me,
A silent scream, a dying flame, the weight of chains that shake me.
The world’s a stage, but I’m alone, rehearsing my decline,
A standing ovation for the scars I’ll never let you find.
I count the cracks in every dawn, a clock that ticks too slow,
My mind’s a w*r where hope’s outgunned, and sorrow’s learned to grow.
I scribble notes I’ll never send, a map to nowhere’s edge,
A ghost in skin, I play pretend—tomorrow’s just another ledge.
Fake it ’til I make it, or fake it ’til it breaks me,
A hollow hymn, a ghostly vow, the script I can’t erase.
The crowd applauds the lie I’ve spun, the truth I suffocate,
A masterpiece of broken glass that glitters as it breaks.
The pills like confetti, but the party’s in my head,
A requiem for daylight as I dance with shadows instead.
The exit sign’s a siren call, a lullaby of steel,
But I’ll bow out before the curtain falls—a secret I won’t heal.
**(The final note fades into silence, followed by a distant, echoed gunshot.)**