An Illusion Exposed

Come without saying hello
as your exit is a suit to follow.
Act as if I am not here
out of nothing but fear.
Pretend as if we
are nothing just to make it easy
because that saves explanation
of your obvious consternation.
I can't know what occurs
in that stubborn head of yours
but I am sure to discover
a disease like no other.
The selfishness that rules
in a game you played me as your tool
does not seem to allow
me to carry on as your pawn now.
What you once knew
can now be forgotten by you
as the ugly truth you hid
came to light with a kick.
Now the illusion you pushed
is cracked like a wood-handled brush
splintered from the deceit you insisted
within a world I will finally have resisted.

The Never-Wrong

He is never wrong
and always talking.
He always has a story
for a passer-by walking.
He speaks of the past
and the show of grandeur
full of life and experience
and the glitz and glamour.
He tells of the glory
to hide signs of scars
from opportunities lost,
buried in the past, so far.
He tells of these happenings
to dwellers of the slum
that surround his inhabitance
in which his home has become.
He tells of the heights
to cope with the valleys
as he prays to awake
from what has become his reality.
With hauntings of mistakes
and a fabrication assisting in the delusion,
the denial of the past
is the only way to live and continue the illusion.