i hate this

when you begin to look around the table
and you can see under the skins of the people
surrounding you
everyone lies
these people are no exception
how foolish you are

they cannot always give you what you want
you cannot always share what you have to say
what you thought you lived in some sort of idyllic world?
how laughable

everyone has masks
they will not share their identity
deep down
do they really love you
at all?

we are alone
you are alone
he is alone
she is alone

seeing under the surface
makes me shake and shiver

when you begin to cry
but not quite