Disguised is this persona on display
Which covers the flawed reality
Of the self which is led astray
From the truth of such malady
Revealing that which can\'t be seen
For there is nothing like perfection
These colors fade in the open green
Projected are feelings of affection
Blind are the ways of the heart
Love can see through the facade
Among everything that we are apart
We are only as great as the applaud
Which we can only give ourselves
This distance traverses all time
Throughout all disguise it delves
Into pocketed feelings so sublime
Thus ending the personas reign