Two-way mirror

Out go the lights on a bright sunny day.
Down comes the moon on top of decay.
Lost is the soul who will never find their way.
Gone is the one who always did run from love.

And sweat did bead upon ones brow.
Fueled by anger, lust, depression, and decadence.
A constant reminder of our own self's overconfidence.
Overused and overplayed.

So here one stands,
Looking over the Cliffside drowning memories
In replacement of our ghosts' bodies,
Taking the shape of our faults and fears.
Just so we don't truly have to face them ourselves.

Left lingering is the stale and stagnate taste
Of regret, bitterness, self pity, and lonely guilt.
We're only as perfect as we let ourselves be.
We're only as perfect as we let others see.
We're only this great…

Because we pretended to be.