When the sound of your laughter has proven itself hollow
And your Machiavellian machinations have been revealed
How will you stand on your own weak two feet
When you’ve burned every bridge that you had?
What will you do
When the glamour fades?
A smile one second and a sneer the other
You make pretend,
A parasite on masquerade as something more
As something worth caring for.
And I, too, was taken in
No shame in admitting that
You put on a good show
With your insincere sincerity
Desperately masking staggering insecurities
And what I thought was a good heart underneath.
Alas
Your time of influence has come to an end
The game of falsities has gone as far as it can.
As the glitter falls from your eyes
Crocodile tears
Callow malice peeks through your nervous smile.
My anger rises but quickly cools
Not worth the effort
You poor thing, so fallen from grace
So incapable of saving face
Ruled by teenage terror that was never shrugged away.
When the glamour is gone
What will you do?