fake

your lies can't hurt me anymore.
i don't believe them this time.
your face - though marked with wounds -
is weak.
your failure is not how you've failed.
it's that you show me the falacy to believe.

you lie.
i cry.
she laughs.
i scream.
who wins?

it's a broken record,
a sad tune.
i've come to realize you won't change.
we won't change.
she's cold and in your face,
you're weak and sickened.
we all fall.
we all fail.
and yet, we all blame.

the mirror won't cut your face,
you do that all on your own.
the mirror won't damage our soul,
she does that with her pointing finger.
but still the mirror is the one feared.
and the blood shed is the blood blamed.

she blames you, you blame her, we all curse, we are all cursed.......

but no one heals.