This lie is not my life
A type I cannot fight
I'm stuck in an endless pit.

her face is only visible
and even then, blurry
but there are reflections
all the way down the sides
eyes.

she is very hard to see
if you look closely
she's down there
not who she used to be
or never was.

she laughs, the faces imitate
the smooth sides
not easy to climb
but she doesn't
she stays.

no longer is there effort
this way is better
her, at least not trying
the peers who
are not here.

the eyes look up
not to there
but back at this
she cannot see it
her mind decides.

This lie is not my life
A type I cannot fight
I'm stuck in an endless pit.