The Ultimate Game
Every day when you thought you knew who I really was, you never knew me.
You never knew the person who fooled you so easily.
Every day when you thought you saw who I really was, you never saw me.
You never saw the pain that was hidden so secretively.
I put on a mask to disguise what’s inside.
The smile and the laughs - that’s the outside.
But no one, not even me, can prevent…
What is truly going on - all the torment.
We are all game pieces moving along the board together,
Strolling down the path, trying not to be a failure.
We are all pieces of an incarcerate game that might beat us
A game that we all wish to win, a game one calls life.
So gaze deep within me and search profoundly. What do you do see?
Perhaps you find a prisoner of society that can’t seem to break free.
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