Life gazes back, unblinking.
You whisper, “I can make it too.”

Connections unravel, delicate threads
“Blood is thicker,” they insist—  
But truth sours on the tongue,  
Lies, lies, lies.  

You stand alone, a solitary sentinel,
Your shield is self-awareness,  
The only armor that holds.  

No bond can bear the weight.
The clock ticks, each second a revelation.  
Time, the ultimate revealer,  
Shows you standing, solitary,  
No eyes to meet, no hands to grasp.  

It’s a facade, a fleeting feeling—  
Lies,  
And yet,  
It is the truth.  

No one proves worthy.
You have only yourself,  
Your own reflection to rely upon.  

Standing for yourself—this is all that remains.