this isn't a race

I don't make fun of you nor talk about you so I'm not sure if you're able to comprehend, I've done nothing but be kind to you. You still look at me the same way you did when you loved me, but those eyes are fake, I can tell from a mile away. why are you lying about who you are is your reputation your baby? do you have to protect it, or will your whole fake life fall down? Everyone has their own history with you and as the time goes on everyone will once again see through you.