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.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
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.
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