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?