At The End of The Day

At the end of the day, cool is an illusion.

T-shirts and music, smiles and words

will all go up in smoke

will all succumb to time 

and lost memories.

At the end of the day, you're stuck with you.

Not her, not him. 

You were mean, but they laughed

so that made it ok.

Until the laugh has stuttered into silence

and you're left with your words

and the look in her eyes.

At the end of the day, mirrors will shatter. 

Your eyes will close,

and sight won't blind you anymore.

You will be nothing but thoughts 

and dreams

and there will be no one there to smile at you 

if you don't like it.

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