In sooth, I ponder, who doth wear a fake guise?
A sweet face, hideth surmise,
All don masks, for benefit
and gain,
And smile, with lips that hide their pain.

Who's to say, who's true, and who's a fake?
For in life's game, all
players partake,
Maybe I, myself, do wear
a disguise,
And in this masquerade, we all compromise.

Whose words are whispered, with a silver tongue,
A serpent's hiss, that doth our senses throng?
Or is it I, who doth wear
the disguise,
A chameleon's coat, that doth my true self compromise?

Who's to say, who's true,
who's a fake?
Or maybe I, myself am fake,
A riddle, wrapped in an entangled mystery & pain,
A masquerade, that doth our hearts in vain.

The world, a stage, where we as actors play,
And truth, a fleeting glance, that doth stray.
But still we search, for authenticity's call,
A beacon in the dark, that doth our souls enthrall.

In this realm of false appearances, we often hide,
Behind masks of perfection, our true selves inside,
But like a snake sheds its skin, let us shed our disguise,
And reveal the beauty that lies within our eyes.

This impersonate Masquerade of our Life,
A dance of masks, where truth daily doth strife,
In sooth, I often ponder, who doth wearing a fake guise,
With a sweet tongue & face, hideth deceitful surmise.

To hide our true intentions, and deceive
But who can tell, who's real, and who's a fake?
In this world of masks, we
all partake,
As maybe I myself do wear a disguise masque.

The smiling face, that hides a heart of stone,
The words that's sweet, but leave a bitter taste.
The laughter that rings out, but conceals a moan,
In this game of life, we're all equal players, & we all
pay the price.

All get fooled, by these masks all wear,
But don't dismiss to look beyond the surface, & see who's actually there.
For only then, can we
truly know,
Who's true, and who's a fake, in this life we're living, don't you know?

With hearts of gold, and faces so bright,
We all hide our truth, in the dark of night,
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