illusions of Grace

She plays the game, a sweet façade Yet cracks reveal she’s deeply flawed. A jealous heart, an insecure cry, Living in delusions, spinning a lie. She thinks she’s loved, admired, and sought But reality whispers she’s not what she thought. Cheap thrills and drama her only disguise, A seeker of attention through hollow ties. She calls herself strong, but the truth is bare, Her world is built on envy, floating on air. Easy to read and easier to forget, A fleeting memory of cheap regret. Let her think she’s the center of grace, While the world sees through her two-faced