En Guardia

What seems to be real
Does not resemble fiction
I must show the way
There is an intruder inside you
Devouring your ambition
You must always be on guard
There is nothing left to sell
They already rented your illusion
There is always a burden on your back
The fight is not over yet
What needs to be lost to win?
There's no need to bleed
Are you not scared of everything you see?
Your identity is not real
No confusion, no compassion
You must find your way
That wall must be torn down
What you don't face out of fear
There's no need to bleed
If you don't, who will?
You are on guard.