Masked Faces - I'M Okay, You'Re Okay Is a Mask In the Land of Pretend

I’m on the synthetic stage of the deceptive domain, revolving with my split mind, entrapped in bi-polarity, under the illusory limelight of the pretentious time, where I’m enmeshed within the contrived paradoxes. In the make-belief drama of life I act with no scruple, for I face so many false faces flocking around me. Losing identity in the conglomerate of counterfeit facades, I don’t perform by the prompt of my prudent hidden heart. In the masquerading faces reflected in my warped mirror, I see concealed the contorted lines of rancid rancor. As with their phony pretense I play a compromising role, my transformed face of spite, the actor in me disguises. As the turning time’s deceiving show goes on and on, prevailing spotlights glare on the veiled visage of fraud. Finding a fake place to survive in the pretend archive, I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.