Curtain Call

Your chalk like smile painted on wrong,
the defeated liking to a cobbled song.
The way you blame the rest of the world
for the shortcomings we all dodged as they hurled.
But you got hit, and as did he,
and ironically enough, hit me, but early.

"I know", "I've been there" I tell you, I say,
but you never seem to see it that way.
"Oh she's talking again. Telling me what to do"
you've never seen life from my own point of view.
The glass ceiling has never crushed you before,
untill "ego day" sent it shattering to the floor.

Naturally for lack of a better word on the subject,
you and I, have begun, but rathar never met.
Your two-faced scorpion king mask has failed you.
Even the blind manage to see right through you.

Friend? what is this word? phrase? has it a meaning?
not for you my friend..albeit foe, yet you ask, am I teeming?
with regret, with annoyance, with a deep resentment inside?
maybe the odd curt remark, but no mention of swallowed pride.

Lower my head, say no more, retreat the ever echoed sounds,
take a bow, pass it on, I am done. [curtain down]