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 there will be no one there to smile at you
if you don't like it.