Pretending
Is kindness worn, a finely crafted show, To earn the world's approving, gentle glow? A smile displayed, a helping hand extended, So "nice" you're thought, your image well-defended? Or does it rise from genuine, pure heart, A selfless truth, playing its honest part? Yet life's reflections often shift their ground, Where different motives can be truly found. The opposite current, subtly it flows, A different mask that in the daylight shows. To play a role, for reasons deep or slight, To dim your truth, or amplify your light. To don a guise for someone else's plea, A silent actor for the world to see. To hide a fault, or virtues to create, Or take a stand that seals a different fate. A hidden agenda, carefully concealed, A fabricated truth, for show revealed. But thinly spun, the webs of untrue art, They cannot hide the spirit of the heart. For sensing truths that logic can't define, A deeper wisdom pierces through the line. Beyond the sight, the soul can und...