Some hate to face me, others happy to hear me. I can be good, I can be bad. Depending on the situation, maybe even happy or sad. When being asked a simple question, you don't struggle to say me. Yet when you lie, you hesitate to speak me.

You think it's helping, but it's all in your head. A mere thought, maybe even pretend. Even if it's hard you say it isn't, then my effect comes into play, becoming present.

I'm neither right nor 'cute. I'll never change my mind or opinion

I’m a word with extras, though they don’t speak, The start is bold, the rest is meek. Strip them away, my form’s still true, A silent line, and that’s my clue.

I am the finality, the end. No further moves exist. I am a victory achieved through the surrender of all options. Though my arrival is often swift, the path leading to me is a labyrinth of strategy and sacrifice.