Distortion

People searching for tomorrow they’re not living in today
making plans and breaking promises.
Work all day to make a living then they throw it all away
collecting things or fill the void with empty kisses.
Pictures sitting on the bedside of the memories they made but still forgetting ’cause they rush around.
Fancy houses, can’t afford the day to day, racing feet that never touch the ground.
They put on masks because they’re so afraid,
laughing, smiles pretending.
Wash away the make up when they get home
The truth, a stinging slap across the face
because the mirror doesn’t lie even when you look away.
The distortion that you see is in your mind.
The image that you made up so that you can play the game is the devil
and the devil isn’t kind.