Smokes and Mirrors

I hear the screams through the walls.

I see the masks walking up and down the halls.

Nothing is real. 

Laughter is my smoke and mirrors.

Each comment slicing deeper and deeper.

Everyone hearing but not listening.

Everyone seeing but doing nothing.

Everyone talking but silent. 

Do they see me crumbling?

Do they see the smoke clearing 

and the mirrors shattering?