Your worn our mask it slips,
Your tired our act it shows,
Faltering occasionally,
To reveal a you which nobody knows.

When I say nobody,
I truly mean that,
You’re not even aware,
You ever learned to act.

The mask you wear,
Is part of your face,
You change it all the time,
you have masks for every day.

Its not your fault,
It’s a blameless act infact.
Which is a shock you,
For theres always be those you’ve had ,

In your search light,
The epicentre of your passion,
For being made to feel,
Your happiness is a wartime ration.

So to spread it out you change,
For each of your companions,
Don a different face,
And become that someone’s champion.

You be what you think they want
While all the while you’re not

Your selfish inability
To open your eyes, to truly see,

That all people want from you
Is for you to be true.
To scrap the masks, quit the act,
It’s hard as hell, that’s a fact,

You’ve worn so many that,
You have forgotten what.
The real you Is
And is not.

But that’s ok, just make another face,
But if you do,
Can you keep up the pace?

It’s easier to make,
Than just to be,
Which in my eyes shows,
for all we have, few of us are free.

We are put on a stage
But given no lines,
And god forbid
We say something, honest in our eyes.
So keep acting, I won’t tell you stop,
The saddest thing is,
I don’t know if I wrote this or not.