your smile is a smoke machine;
i'm not fooled.
i'm your diffuser
and i can't break free.
you have the little fires
i wish would keep me warm.
pretend this state isn't what you're hiding.
people believe so easily.
you demand secrets for ammunition,
for equal footing,
for a price i can't perform.
i will give you nothing.
i refuse to play the game
of a two way mirror;
don't blame me for what can't grow.
the blood on your hands,
someday it'll be real.
every time you lie, i see the flaw.
you stare at me with eyes of hate,
i stare at you and smile.
the girl on either side sees
no true reflection.