In the shadows, whispers drift, unseen,
With threads of falsehood, we craft our scene.
A tapestry of trust, now stained and torn,
By words untrue, our hearts are worn.

Beneath the surface, masks we wear,
Concealing truths, we do not dare.
In the mirror, reflections lie,
Hiding secrets, we deny.

Promises made, on shaky ground,
In the silence, deceit is found.
A fragile bond, begins to fray,
As honesty slowly slips away.

Yet in the end, the truth prevails,
Breaking through our fragile veils.
Lies unravel, and illusions fall,
Leaving us with nothing at all.