The Deceptive Mask
Like being alone in a crowded room
Your bitter sweet lullabies
That sung her into submission
She won't crumble
She won't hesitate or fade
Or come crawling on her knees
She won't sink that low
She'll swim with the school of sceptics
Mingle in the shallows
Change her final thoughts
And smile at your travesty
Faces made of stone;
This is serious
No one can see the lies
There was no hope
And now she wants to be alone
And sleep to sinister beats
Deception all her own
So she sits
Arms folded; a blockade to her inner self.
Through the canopy of smiles and pretend belief
She is drowning;
A mesmeric pool of insecurities encircle her
Like a suffocating vapour.
Electrical impulses pound profoundly,
Neon sparks throb through a spaghetti junction.
A safe haven behind
Her masquerade.