The Mask
You think that helps you?
You think that make up will cover
your black soul?
You think your fake blonde hair will
make you someone else?
Maybe someone else will buy it
But I see past it
Your mask is transparent to me
I see you calculating
Manipulating
Scheming
You never make a move
Without thinking three steps ahead
You think you are so clever
Your naïve confidence makes me laugh
You are a little girl
Playing a game with the big boys
You think you have it all figured out
And you will soon learn you know
nothing
You are foolish
And you can cling to that
Because while you sit there
Clutching to the gold you think you
have
I will walk away with the prize
Your weak and feeble attempt to win
Is just going to end with you being
carted off the field.
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