spoke in riddles, I played pretend,
Hiding the truth I couldn't defend.
A smile, a mask, a passing phrase,
Just shadows dancing in empty days.
I whispered sorrow like it was a game,
A story told without a name.
But echoes linger, they never fade,
And now I'm trapped in the words I made.
I laughed at the lie, but now I live it,
A fate I wrote—I can't outlive it.