Twisted Reality

The only way, it seems,

that we are able to survive,

is to hide behind masks,

it is the only way to thrive.

We do this because,

society is demanding,

unaccepting,

and disbanding.

We live in a world,

full of many faces,

which are geninue and which are complacecent?

Sometimes I hide,

as I dance through this Masquerade,

because I don't want people to know,

about my mistakes,

disgrace,

and heartache.

I pretend to be someone I am not,

and it fills me full of guilty thoughts.

This false me is perfect,

she meets everyone's needs,

she gives respect,

intellect,

and does good deeds.

Under the mask,

I have to wonder,

why can't this actually be me?