Tried to live my life for someone else’s dreams. No one could see i was seeping at my seams.

Kaleidoscope of shapes but none were for me. I held it all together, so effortlessly.

Contorted my being, destroyed my mind so I would forget somehow over time.

The joy drew faint, and the struggle remain. As I tried to paint a picture inside this insane frame.

My memory failed for all the joy I once knew but one thing remained, I still knew what he knew.

Every word he’d uttered, every smile he’d glared. He knew just what he was doing only pretended that he cared.

But what he didn’t realise was the joke he thought he played. It wasn’t just him carving out his own silly little way.

She knew too well his actions, and all that was at stake. The thing he didn’t realise was the player was being weighed.

The gloat he showed magnificent if only that he knew. He was just as stupid as all the others that he’d strewn.

The ego blinds the man, that see’s only but himself. The liquor too a poison, he slowly kill’s himself.

He’ll walk away unknowing, and think that he has won. But darling don’t you ever wonder why she still thought you were the one?

To keep a fool contented, you only need a mule. A few choice words, and heartache to keep the perpetrator fooled.

So laugh out loud at your conquests, and move on to the next, but don’t you think you’ve won this. Remain the fool for that’s what you do best.