Masquerade

A Poem by BigBadWolfyGuy

How do you end it?

How do you...

End the masquerade?
Say goodbye to the charade,
That you've played your whole life?
How do you find that line
Of reality and fiction
After it's been blurred for so long?
Where do you begin and the facade end?
How can one know thy self,
When he or she, has forgotten who they really are?
Why does it have to be so wrong?

Mind and heart spar,
Body and soul clash,
Id and ego brawl,
While the shell on the outside can only crawl
On hands and knees,
Making pleas,
And hoping beyond hope that the role they've played for all this time,
Was really not in vain.
It tries to hide the pain,
But the eyes can't lie,
Won't lie.

How do you remove the mask?
Is it a task that one truly wants to perform?
Reformation,
Now that would be a waste.
It would only end in transformation
Into another being.

Truth is, the masquerade never ends.
It only evolves.
The walls harden.
Time gives no pardon.
Another fake smile to last for a while.
And within you're torn asunder.