The game of truth

You are so luxurious, smart, beautiful,
Endless fans and machines
Ruthless, but more often you are playful
Beloved men do not disregard.

Open and naive like a child
The character is firm and far from weakness,
Your life is not sweet and harsh
Because of the nonsense you worry in vain.

An imaginary voice and habits have now taken possession,
Focusing on the attention of others
You rush to them, but in your soul you are extremely tired,
In a string of everyday life, ideas excite life.

But no one sees the tears and resentment,
What are those people meekly at times,
You forgot what it means to be loved
What used to bring joy is pain.

And the heart is constantly aching and hurting inside,
From disappointment, envy and anger,
In moments of sorrow, only instinct saves,
Ready to give up freedom.

And in this world everything has changed dramatically,
Lies and flattery suddenly replaced the truth,
That you used to be happy, you forgot
Gives slack unpretentious brilliant mind.

And now you reject who is close and understandable,
Forget numbers, characters and voice,
Once our conversation with you was so pleasant,
From your silence now gives only the cold.

Everything is mixed up in your thoughts words.
Who was close now was a strange villain,
Always behind your back you reproach that you are wrong,
And you create only an image for acquaintances and friends.