<h1>Is it really you?</h1>

You stand on top of your mountain

and you look down on me.

But I see your mask is breaking, your

lies get harder to believe.

Very soon the earth beneath your feet

is rumbling like an earthquake,

and your mountain will come down

and you won’t have the time to scream

before you hit the ground.

You say you’ve fought the bravest lion

with only a sling and stone.

You dragged its skin away with a carving knife

and brought it to your home.

You say there is a spirit buried in your heart. 

The only spirit I see comes from the bottle nestled in

the cradle of your hands.

A shot of instant illusion

to escape what life demands.

And I listen with an open mind

at the stories that you speak.

Life is stranger than fiction, but

at least I practice what I preach.

Your bravado like your mask crumbles,

you try so hard to become someone else

and you fall into the sea.

But Icarus had an excuse; for you

There’s none to see.

So I put up with your actions

and look the other way.

I’ve heard it all a million times

I know what you will say.

Sometimes life is hard, harder than you know.

But you might as well try

before you let it go.

Don’t let the mask you made

take over the rest of your life.

Allow yourself some breathing space and it’ll be all right.

Next time you look into that mirror and

see the person you try to cover up

with the lies and the illusions...

is it really you?

Is it really you?