Let Them Fall

Let them be who they pretend to be,
and let them fall.

Leave them to their misery,
their hollow claims and borrowed skin.

Negativity, truth, karma
will swallow them whole.
They are their own demon,
their own slow demise.

True colours fracture through the mask,
the costume stained beyond repair.
They hate the mirror of their own heart,
so they hide inside a stranger’s face.