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Sometimes there is nothing more honest than pretend
Sometimes the costume peels away the facade
At times my natural smile it’s more like makeup
And I find that my proper speech is make-believe
It is in those moments that I wear the mask of my true countenance
That I run home to the privacy of my four walls
That I play the role of the person the world asks not to see
And so I walk as a fake me in the real world
Relegating myself to fantasy