Maker of a Faker
As the crowd’s conclusions falls to hush
I could make the joker spin and blush
At the lies I tell and the mask I wear
At the chances I take in double dares
My skin changes colors as chameleons
They don’t care if I fake or hide what I’m feelin’
Useless efforts but, I’m still trying
Do I cheer when I win? Cry when I’m dying?
Am I the clown blowing tricks and balloons?
Am I the ruler of all buffoons?
Here’s a prize for the biggest liar
Who shifts her ways like blazing fire
The real me, Fear laughs and takes her
If anything, I’m the Maker of a Faker
With shaky hands, I could rip the mask
Fearful I am to take the task
Maybe one day, the others will see
The lie destroyed and the real me
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