The Stage

Hint of Fraudness creeps in
Shattering and stinging all my way,
when I force a step on that illusional stage.
Stage of "Pleasurable illusions".
That every human nature loves to possess,
To confess the whole world and imprint an impress.
the inner- mind walls shout;
You are not what you think you are,
you are what you think people think about you.
The naked-sour truth compelled a heart-clench,
Steel-like taste creeped, felt in tongue.
Heart asked to follow myself,
To clear the clouds of ignorance.
Nevertheless my mind screeched hard,
It said;
Empty,Alone, shame, fraud, Fear
Rest those pretty eyes,
Too fake to glimpse out here.