Counterfeit Reality

Behind the lens there is a face, in happiness a pose. Behind the lens there is a soul hiding all its woes. Surface paint of lips and eyes with a smile not real, Making others read a story of fictional appeal. Being managed for a price to do what brings a lie, When down inside the feelings hide waiting there to die. The shame has been buried, for many horrible years. Alone in quiet, shadowed soul, seep the ancient tears. Peel away the covering with no where else to hide. Peel away the dignity for bangles and a ride. Cover up reality and bury all the truth. Cover up and lose it all, say goodbye to youth. Alone in quiet stillness stand, before a lens of fact, Examining all that is left, before the failing act. And when alone with nothing left what will the lens reveal? An empty life that's full of strife, there is no more appeal.