Like a coin

Every person has two sides,

They smile, but burning in the inside,

They're acting like a fool,

But still have no clue what to do.

With all those lies,

His heart still cries,

And with a lost piece of his soul,

He couldn't take it anymore.

His mask was torn off,

And his tears flowed,

While asking for forgiveness,

It was gone like an illness.

He was craving for happiness,

But lost it through the process,

While digging his own grave,

He ruined everyone's faith.

Trusted by no one,

Loved by no one,

He fell into his grave,

Slowly fading away.

Kézdi Márton