for the betrayer

So innocent, living only through others. Never had a true betrayal. You were the betrayer, kissing away my belief in love. I would forgive you. You know not what you do. I could not see that other side of you.

I’ve always had a facade up around my life, myself. I thought you saw the real me, but I guess the facade was too well-made and fooled the betrayer into thinking I was strong. A black clover hangs aboce me, reminding the facade never to drop. I’ve been behind the facade for so long I don’t know how to come out. Layer upon layer I’ve built around myself. May no one get in. I’m brave, confidant and so friendly. But it’s only a front. Like a book store over a poker game. I have so many fronts for different people. So accomidating I don’t know who I am. I don’t have any dreams of my own or goals that I desire.

I am broken and unopened. And I just want to feel alive again. I am shattered and unknown. And I just want to live out any dream I can. But I don’t have a dream. You took that all away. And I’m angry that you were just a dream. What is reality and what is just a front. Staring in the mirror, I have no answer.