Facade



Oh, the mask I wear each day, A front, a facade, a clever play, To shield what's hidden deep within, From eyes that judge, from the world's din.


I cloak in charm, with laughter's sound, A shield against the gaze profound, For under this facade, you see, Lies the truth of what might be.


My visage, not of art or grace, But one that time has not embraced, A canvas of my life's own story, Not one I'd choose for glory.


So I weave tales, I jest, I sing, To keep you from the truth I bring, For in my heart, a fear does dwell, Of the reflection, I know so well.


But know, behind this laughing guise, Is someone who, like you, just tries, To navigate this life we share, With all our faults, our doubts, our care.


In this facade, a truth resides, A wish to be seen through the tides, Of laughter, wit, and gentle tease, To find a soul that sees past these.

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