How you could dare

 At nights I lie awake
Wondering to myself
Pondering every mistake
Wishing I had help
But then I'm constantly reminded
Of all the mistakes you've made
As I am often blinded
By the lies looking me in the face
Oh how you could dare
Tell them to me straight
Staring right back at you
Telling me that you're alone
When you're so surrounded by people
Surrogating them all
By copies of yourself
Your identity is buried deep
Within the many faces that you wear
To cover that which is meek
Your soul is so fragile
Oh I could just break it
How you could dare lie
The way that you did
So you try to keep going
Follow a certain direction
That you believe is ongoing
And can't believe in dereliction
Of one's own personality
And how you could dare cross that line
That we drew together
How you could dare break the promises
We gave each other
How you could dare cry out loud
When I was right there
How you could dare wage a war completely
All out on yourself
You and I are one and the same
The same person, same face
Same gender, same age
Same attitude, same cage
Same darkness, same light
Same fierceness, same blight
Same illnesses, same fights
Same days and same nights
You and I differ in none at all
Except for when you betrayed the trust
How you could dare at all
To pursue any form of lust
You are indeed alone
But by the actions of your own hands
And although you'll never be on your own
You will never either take a stand
Face your fears once and for all
From happiness you've been banned
By yourself and with your control
It really is difficult to understand
The directions that you choose
The roads and paths that you walk
At least it would be if I wasn't
The same person as you
You talk as I talk
Speak as I speak
Think as I think
You're weak as I'm weak
Your strengths are all mine
Your focus is, too
For you are me
And I am you
Look into a mirror
And stop telling those lies
For you and I are the same
A long composed lie
Don't you dare subtract
And don't you dare divide
You've dared to do enough
Now just sit back for the ride

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