What a person you are,
What a person you claim to be.

Who do I see in-front of me?
Are you happy the way you are now?
Aren’t you tired of playing jester in-front of everyone?

Face your reflection without a mask.
Maybe you’ll find some comfort on this falsehood that you claim you don’t have.

Why does a person need to lie to have the things that their heart desires most.
Is it not better to build a house where the foundation is made of concrete and not plastic?

Is it not possible for you to be a person of truth?
Oh, how I wished you would turn up for the better.

But instead you showed up for the person that you always were,
a person that hid beneath the surface a person made of pure false virtue.