Burden of Belief

Self-blame meets the bitter reckoning of realisation.

Is it really stupid to feel this way?

Crying, conniving, desolate,

Over a conman’s fallen grave?

 

It’s my fault I fell for it,

It’s my fault they saw me cry,

It’s my fault I gave my everything,

It’s my fault, for I dared to try.

Searching for the man in a dingy maze of mirrors,

Haunted by faith I couldn’t see,

I trusted a candle to hold back the night.

 

Never again, oh never again.

Fool’s arsenal, you used them all,

And I believed.

I was the fool all along-

I’m shattering the mirrors that deceived me.

 

Now you mourn the ashes of what’s lost,

Now you play the victim once again.

I’ll wait and watch,

Who falls for your next counterfeit schemes.