Living a Life of Deception

No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still years quickly pass you by, finding yourself alone and in a world of your own as you learn the value of pen and paper, finding refuge in a place unknown Like being trapped in a bubble, peering out upon the world as a screen watching everyone going about their business, while you remain unseen transfixed on your reality you close your eyes, wishing it were but a dream unable to fathom the depths of emotions, waiting to take you to the extreme The reality of who you are can no longer be ignored, facing each day from anew accepting the fact that you have no control, from others, forced to take your cue this world is all about rising above, as it starts at the very moment of conception it follows us throughout life, as we learn the rules, mastering the art of deception The external images you portray, a needed smokescreen, to maintain the perception your moves are well planned, the primary focus of your attention, without exception failing to have considered the matter, you realize you haven't made the connection your insecurities have misdirected your behavior, demanding the world's affection There's no denying this fact; life is nothing more than a continuous act of deception while the true level of your mastery of it, your ability to advance without aggression at the end of the journey, despite what we went through, it might come as a surprise realizing that happiness was always there, only hidden from us by our own disguise Why continue living the life of lies, playing the games people play, there is yet hope break the bonds of self-deception, because this vanity has really become your dope be who you really are, a genuine beauty to behold, and in you will someone admire your hidden love now freed, surrendered to someone true, to build that endless fire