Masquerade

You think you already know me

But you haven't the slightest clue

I'm a wild ray of sunshine

In the guise of a common shrew

I'm that leering little echo

In the stillness of the night

I'm the devilish voice inside your head

Who'd rather stay and fight

I'm a black sheep of society

The thorn upon a rose

Protector of the innocent

And architect of prose

You think you already know me

But you haven't the slightest clue

How my clever masquerade

Is still deceiving you

Reviews

[Bacchus]

I really like this piece.
Black sheep- but a wild ray of sunlight.
So interesting- it makes the reader want to know you.
Well done.

[streetrose]

Thank you for reading and for your kind words