The Hypocrite
I got up this morning and put on a face
My collection is quite large
I can’t afford the social disgrace
Of being too soft or too hard
My life depends on what others think
And what others do and say
My masks are the props that link
My acting to life’s stage
Covering who I really am
And what I’m really like
My masks can make me anyone
In the shadowed light
I can’t let them see me as myself
Or how I really feel
They would put me on the shelf
If I were really real
I am a star in the play of life
And I act my part very well
They can’t see all my pain and strife
Or how, my soul, I have to sell
My masks can hide it all from them
At least I think they can
All my deed and all my sins
Are hidden from the eyes of man?
A poem by P.Reil
I got up this morning and put on a face
My collection is quite large
I can’t afford the social disgrace
Of being too soft or too hard
My life depends on what others think
And what others do and say
My masks are the props that link
My acting to life’s stage
Covering who I really am
And what I’m really like
My masks can make me anyone
In the shadowed light
I can’t let them see me as myself
Or how I really feel
They would put me on the shelf
If I were really real
I am a star in the play of life
And I act my part very well
They can’t see all my pain and strife
Or how, my soul, I have to sell
My masks can hide it all from them
At least I think they can
All my deed and all my sins
Are hidden from the eyes of man?
A poem by P.Reil
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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton