You danced in shadows,
Spoke in half-light,
Words soft enough to lull the world around you.
They never saw the cracks in your smile,
The quiet edge beneath your kindness.
But I did.
The others still sleep, unaware,
Pulled by strings they don’t even see.
But your hand slipped, didn’t it?
In the stillness, I followed the trail
You thought would stay hidden.
What you crafted so carefully,
What you fed them as truth,
I picked apart thread by thread.
And now, in the space where you once led,
I stand awake, unblinded,
Holding the pieces you hoped I’d never find.
The mask you wear fits them well,
But I see the face you keep tucked away,
The fear behind the curtain.
Through you, I found what you hide from—
The truth beneath the surface.
And that’s the part you’ll never escape:
That I see through the story,
Through the carefully crafted illusions,
While the others remain in your grasp.
It was you who taught me to see.
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