Texty: Pale Forest. Exit Mould. Mistaken Identity.

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 ...