DISGUISE

You spoke of fakers as if you were wise,

warning of damage hidden behind disguise.

You described their silence, their calculated lies, 

how they vanish in shadows and weaponize goodbyes.

You claimed you were different, morally high-rise, 

a seeker of truth with honorable eyes.

But ego loves mirrors more than it loves advice, 

and virtue can be a beautifully polished device.

You offered soft words, measured and precise, 

wrapped in affection warm as paradise.

Warmth without courage turns quickly to cold ice, 

and comfort without honesty comes with a price.

Strange how the loudest voices criticize the very reflection they refuse to recognize.

Condemning the mask while perfecting the guise, 

building a kingdom of carefully curated replies.

You prayed for the “real one,” spoke holy and nice,

but hid behind distance, as timid as mice.

Truth knocked once, perhaps twice, 

but ego chose silence over sacrifice.

One day the performance will no longer suffice, 

no audience left to applaud your artifice.

And there in the quiet, no filters, no ties, 

you will meet your reflection without compromise.

No sermon, no stage, no flattering lights, 

just you and the weight of what you despise.

And perhaps in that stillness, stripped of disguise, 

you will finally see truth through unguarded eyes.