What’s real and what’s not?
we’re all survivors
of broken dreams
and hidden lies.
we hide behind a facade,
to cover up.
to conceal.
each morning we
hold out dozens of
painted faces.
of happiness,
calm and peace.
but within us,
all there is, is struggle
pain and temptation,
lies and rumours.
caught in the chaos
of the facades we
create around us,
only to make us forget
who we really are.
when I hold out a mirror,
a voice whispers,
who are you
really ?