Masks

You sat with the people, they opened their souls,
Shared their stories, their trials, their tolls.
When one was in danger, you sent a plea,
Claimed you wanted to learn — then vanished, unseen.

The mask you wore, every glance, every move,
A lie dressed in charm, a shadowed groove.
But the fire you didn’t account for
Is rising, untamed, ready to roar.

Sunshine for some, storm for the rest,
Behind the mask, fake smiles dressed best.
Hurt the souls of the ones you care for,
Feel a fury no one can ignore.

Charm for the young, fire for the wise,
Epiphany’s a mask, a crown in disguise.
Every word you fake, every vow you bend,
Leaves cracks no act can pretend to mend.

The mask will fall, the act will end,
I stand for the ones you can’t pretend.
The fire you didn’t account for —
Smolders slow,
And nothing remains the same.

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