Son, it's never as it seems 

the flowing of the silver streams 

Where people laugh and smile and say 

no day is as beautiful as today 



I wear the mask of perfection 

whenever their heads turn my way 

Clutched in the embrace of rejection 

in a room where I must stay 



In hiding 

It's where I keep my dreams alive 

residing 

It's the only place where I can survive 



Even my mother never knew 

that the face she saw was never true 

In my room there lives no friend 

for whom I must pretend 



My gleaming mask upon inspection 

is where a hundred diamonds lay 

and no one sees the true reflection 

where every stone is grey 



In hiding 

It's where I keep my dreams alive 

subsiding 

to my place in their hive ...