Son, it's never as it seems
Where people laugh and smile and say
the flowing of the silver streams no day is as beautiful as today
I wear the mask of perfection
whenever their heads turn my way
in a room where I must stay
Clutched in the embrace of rejection It's where I keep my dreams alive
In hiding
Even my mother never knew
It's the only place where I can survive
residing that the face she saw was never true My gleaming mask upon inspection
In my room there lives no friend
for whom I must pretend
is where a hundred diamonds lay
where every stone is grey
and no one sees the true reflection In hiding
It's where I keep my dreams alive
subsiding
to my place in their hive .
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