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 understand,
And even blind eyes spot the faking hand.