Identity

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Pick out your mask
From the Devil’s deck of cards

Leave behind a piece of you
Checked back at the door

One in a gaggle of jesters
Just pretending they can cope

This is the game of facade
Contagious Dancing Plague

Painted faces mingling
A crowd faceless, full of faces

Obfuscating reality
Till there is none of you left

Where does the mask end
and the person really exist?

How long can you tell lies
before you believe them too?

Transform to a caricature at Twilight
Hollow as every word

So when the night ends and the cards are back
Is there anything left underneath?
And were you ever here?

For when we mirror
Reflecting identity
Its only temporary

A life wasted
When all you did
Was try to be everyone
you decided others wanted

Left with no identity