To the art of deceit as I become familiar,
I look into your eyes, and speak an untruth,
I walk tall, stronger with the power of lies,
I adorn the mannerisms of the uncouth.
I now use my subjects, and reciprocate,
Without a dagger or weapon, of my own,
Let’s both dance to the tune of falsities,
Each one seeing only, what we want shown.
You will now see a glint, in my eyes,
It comes not from pride, but from the fact,
Despite being broken by your treachery,
I’ve survived and before you, stand intact.