With a curtain of disguise
We all just run away and hide
This shallow glass of truth
Has barely a drop of it, for proof
People lock away whom they are
No longer wanting to take place in a true piece of art
For their lies and grace are beauty in their eyes
None of them understand that they are so unwise
You are whom you are, no matter the words spoken
Yet we still leave the real reality broken
With our masks to cover what we despise
Going against what our elders advised
Only to realize our mistake, too.
©alafat
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