Deceit

Never enough, always faking my face,
A mask of lies, a twisted embrace.
A grand illusion, the act of taking,
A shadow stolen, my soul left quaking.
Condemning of parts, fractured in disguise,
The whole fleeting, before my eyes.

The mirror’s cold stare, there’s a stranger’s eyes,
A hollow reflection, buried in disguise.
A counterfeit heart, beating in shame,
The fear of nothing, lost in this game.

I am the fraud in the masquerade,
A puppet on strings that never fades.
Creating beauty in a sea of unease,
But underneath, I’m lost and diseased.

The act of needing, deplore every start,
Choking on echoes of my fractured heart.
A phantom in light, a ghost in the dark,
Trapped in the cycle, missing the spark.
In every creation, a truth left to bleed,
A masterpiece tainted by need.

The mirror’s cold stare, there’s a stranger’s eyes,
A hollow reflection, buried in disguise.
A counterfeit heart, beating in shame,
The fear of nothing, lost in this game.

I am the fraud in the masquerade,
A puppet on strings that never fades.
Creating beauty in a sea of unease,
But underneath, I’m lost and diseased.

Building my kingdom on a bed of deceit,
With walls of pretense crumbling at my feet.
I scream in the silence, but no one can hear,
A fraud in the shadows, consumed by my fear.

Oh, the weight of the lies that I bear,
A crown of deception I wear.
The truth is a specter I cannot embrace,
Forever pursued by my own disgrace.
In the theater of sorrow, I play my role,
But the script is a curse that consumes my soul.

I am the fraud in the masquerade,
A puppet on strings that never fades.
Creating beauty in a sea of unease,
But underneath, I’m lost and diseased.