The ugly truth will break the mirror
Mistakes are made we justify
A black laced cry unconscious lie
Thin covered paper skin veneer

Too young to know, too old to care
Deep hurts created by our schemes
Unsure the whys or what they mean
Outside the lines play truth or dare

The smoky vapors of the game
Can sure intoxicate and flare
Urges, uncontrolled to bare
Two secret faces not the same

And like a movie screen that’s fake
A counterfeit of sights surreal
The flesh on bone you cannot feel
Unless the pie is fully baked

There are no eyes behind the head
To keep from slipping in regret
From things you never will forget
Caution your fancies clear instead

Written by Sara Fielder © Oct 2014