you put on a front to the world, love,
making them think you are sweet and kind.
pretending to be perfectly flawless.
but you didn't realize that your mask was cracked
and that i can see right through it -
catching glimpses of who you really are.
did you think you could hide it?
did you think that if you played the gentleman,
it would make you one?
did you think that saying pretty things
would make your heart beautiful?
or that you could ever fake perfection?
your mask is painsteaking,
and i can't lie that i'm impressed
by the details you've managed to weave
into its intricate design glued on by hate.
but, try as you might, you haven't fooled me, love,
because i see right through the cracks in your mask.
you're living in two alternate realities, love,
but only one of them is real.