A Wonderful Show

The time seems to stop
as though I was being held—
captive in this void of sorrow.
Was it all just for show?

I almost fell into your trap
because I was too blinded to see,
too naive to tell what's reel from real.
But then wasn't all of it just for show?

Little by little, I unfolded and
unmasked the real you for I had known; 
I know how it felt when someone
Played the show. Is it real? Is it?

Those laughter that we shared;
Stories and conversations that almost
likely endless; times we've spent,
Has it all gone to this?

Drowned by your words and beauty,
Fell victim to a fake guise, acted
That role you truly needed, how was it?
I sighed because for you it was a show—
A wonderful show.

-J U P I T E R