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 ...