she lived,

believing a lie

believing in that beautiful façade

that beautiful unwavering façade,

oh she lived.

she thought

it was real

knew it was real.

it was real, it had to be.

it was as solid and permanent and steady

as the concrete sidewalks of the city.

she thought too much about it

that she believed it.

oh she thought.

she didn't know 

knew nothing of the vision

nothing of the obscurity of the mirage,

the mirage so beautifully constant

it wasn't a mirage at all,

but the truth. 

reality.

oh she didn't know.

she traversed those sidewalks,

didn't know about the mirage,

believed in that façade

because that was her reality.

and then day 

she opened her eyes--no 

something caused her to wake up.

and when she did,

the sidewalk became

a road of eggshells,

the façade, her stronghold, 

was reduced to rubble,

the mirage faded

and sank into the distance,

and her reality was a lie...

oh how she lived

transforming lies into 

the truth,

then everything crumbled.

but someone helped her rebuild,

salvage the good bricks,

and separate lies she told herself 

from the truth.