The soft breeze welcomes, the sky apparently cloud-ridden

Perfection adorns, while the tired sighs remain hidden

Cheerful at the core, in eyes with a magic spark

But one blink, and it all goes pitch dark

 

The smile so warm, yet the mirror gets covered in frost

In this well built labyrinth, am I allowed to be lost?

As time flies, the truth gets buried all the more deep

As pretense engulfs, realities silently weep

 

As the dusk approaches, it gets so much tougher to distinguish

Does the disguise lead me or does it leash?

This deceit cripples, yet it’s the only way to be

Am I living the lie or is the lie living me?

 

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