What is it that we see
when we look into the glass?
A perfect life, a perfect world,
or the lies from first to last?
Is what’s seen on the inside
also seen on the out?
Does fantasy reflect reality,
or is it all turned about?
Is the face the world always sees
only a mask that you wear?
Lies are preferable to the truth,
for they spawn from the thin air.
What would you give for that mask
to be the true and wonderful you?
You could be who you’re meant to be,
and do what you’re meant to do.
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