Awakened to a masquerade of actors on life's stage.
With mask in hand, I'm forced to play this part I do not know.

The actors are the audience of the facade I play each day.
Unsure of how to fill the role, I take the veteran's cue.

Untrue to who I really am, the role I play takes over.
Though sorrow fills this empty heart, laughter deceives the soul.

Insecurity and fear I know; I dare not let them see.
Perfection is the script I hold; no flaws will I reveal.

As the years wear on and this act plays out, a sense of loss torments me.
A need for truth and clarity, youth's honesty eludes me.

The day has come, I walk offstage beyond the painted props.
The light of truth cuts through the act, deception flees from me.

A love so pure and passionate, expels the myths of life.
The hands that gently held me close, discard my mask - I'm free.

I look back on the tragedy played out before my eyes.
Reality's illusions sink in sand's of life's delusions.