• Your facade is peeling back,
    I see glimpses of what I've always known
    lie beneath
    your false face,
    your safe haven,
    your sanity's parapet.

    Your fragile mask,
    cracking under the pressure
    of my prying gaze.
    Your smile is slipping,
    you look uncomfortable.
    May I get you something to drink?

    I'm afraid a glass of water
    can't repair your bulwark of
    carefully spun,
    professionally crafted,
    shamefully dreamt up
    fabrications.

    Can you feel the horror
    lighting your eyes in
    colors I've not seen before?
    Can you feel the color
    sinking from your skin,
    replaced by a paleness
    unmatched my victims
    prior?

    It's all too clear now,
    your lies fall through,
    but you have nothing to fall back.
    Truth is the enemy,
    I am the enemy,
    you are the enemy.

    Why must you leave?
    But you've only just come!
    We are not finished here,
    just yet,
    but now that you have glimpsed
    the light,
    next time, it will be easier to find.
    No next time, you say?
    A joke, a jest,
    I shan't believe you.

    Don't forget your smile
    on your way out the door.
    I sure as hell don't want it.