Façade

Every waking moment, wherever I may be,
each artificial smile endlessly nauseates me.
A grand masquerade for all the simpleminded drones,
I can become what they want her to be,
as long as it's anything but me.
It's alarming how such an elaborate façade can come 
so easily. My life is a permanent charade that often
feels surreal, but now she appears so naturally,
I hardly have to feel. What a bang-up concept! 
What a killer deal! But when I'm all alone, fake 
is never real. Fake facades, such dark ironic monsters,
I thought I was duping everyone,
far ahead in my clandestine game.
But now I realize, I didn't win at all, 
I just butchered up my brain. 
You see, I tried to make them like me,
As narrow-minded as they seemed,
I made up a girl that fit their mold,
A girl who was only dreamed. At first, her mask was
simple; before I knew it she was sold.
I'm just a host for someone make-believe, 
helpless to her granite hold. And when the day draws to
an end, no one can grasp the key, To a beautiful girl 
I like so much, but can't ever let them see.