Be the saint, they’ll break your wings,
Be the rogue, the chaos sings.
They watch you act, they watch you play,
To twist you into what they may.
A tool, a weapon, a broken vow,
Good or evil, they don't know how.
You dance in rhythms you never chose,
In a theater where the curtain never close.
A smile, a laugh, a hollowed grace,
Masking the void of a nameless face.
You claim the truth, but the light is thin,
Where does the lie end and the soul begin?
Wear the halo and watch it fray,
Until your own heart gives you away.
Don the crown of the rogue, so grand,
Until your own shadow shakes your hand.
It was never a war of light and dark,
Just selfish roles that left a mark.
When the world is stripped and the greed is bare,
Ask yourself who is standing there.
Are they real, or a mirror’s glass,
Watching the same tired shadows pass?
You claim you never wanted the play,
But you built the stage where you decay.
In the end, you hold the script, unread,
And truth is just the lie you haven't said...
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
Be the saint, they’ll break your wings,
Be the rogue, the chaos sings.
They watch you act, they watch you play,
To twist you into what they may.
A tool, a weapon, a broken vow,
Good or evil, they don't know how.
You dance in rhythms you never chose,
In a theater where the curtain never close.
A smile, a laugh, a hollowed grace,
Masking the void of a nameless face.
You claim the truth, but the light is thin,
Where does the lie end and the soul begin?
Wear the halo and watch it fray,
Until your own heart gives you away.
Don the crown of the rogue, so grand,
Until your own shadow shakes your hand.
It was never a war of light and dark,
Just selfish roles that left a mark.
When the world is stripped and the greed is bare,
Ask yourself who is standing there.
Are they real, or a mirror’s glass,
Watching the same tired shadows pass?
You claim you never wanted the play,
But you built the stage where you decay.
In the end, you hold the script, unread,
And truth is just the lie you haven't said...
This poem explores the loss of authentic identity to the performative roles demanded by society. Whether choosing to be a "good" or a "evil," both act as masks in a theater where others define one's value and purpose—a reciprocal trap where we, in turn, define theirs.