The face you see is not the face you recieve
But it seems, oh woe, no one doth care.
Ones heart would be a sticky sieve,
Yet others are unaware.
The curtain drapes heavy over our masked production,
But thats only fair.
They hide and squirm behind fake identities,
And sit with fools in whom they trust but hate in great disdain.
The mask, while good looking, is also very tiring.
It takes you and makes you feign.
But, you know not for you are simply just riding the waves.
The waves which look calm and easy to ride,
But they shake you and break you as you misbehave.
The kid you once were exists no more,
They got lost in the thrill of drifting off shore.
I am a victim of this terrible play of words,
The curtain weighing heavy as I try to hold it down.
I can hear the sound of familiar birds,
Calling me to come back home.
And oh, take me away from this terrible thing.
Whatever it is, it can't be me.
They have worn me down as thin as a string
And caused me to forget who I used to be.
While this play was well casted and pleasing to the eye,
It's depth is decieving and waiting for a new victim.
Now I tell you to not buy their lie,
Just take off your mask and see yourslelf fly.