Life wears a mask of fleeting grace, A smile, a look, a gentle embrace. Yet beneath the veil lies a shadow, A truth that quietly, slowly dies. We chase the beauty we see, A perfect world, a fantasy. But a lie dances like a flame, He whispered softly, "I'm not the same." The world is bright with a painted sky, But beneath it a spirit cries. And in this beauty, stark and cold, We lose ourselvesAll Rights Reserved