The Game Of Faces

Now that no one is around, 

My true self must be found. 

Living in a world where we must pretend. 

Being not "me" his life one must spend. 

Masks on masks they pile and pile. 

Good, bad, happy or sad each with a different style. 

My own face I now forget. 

The masks on my face, has begun to set. 

In these faces, my face I lost. 

For pretending, I paid a steep cost. 

People change or so I heard. 

Perhaps, many by same fate spurned. 

Today someone is truly no one. 

Why? Does anyone care? Anyone? 

I don't know if you'd want me to care. 

Which reality to you would be fair? 

A deer wouldn't eat a carcass,

No more than a lion eating grass.

So now we all just play along. 

The world now is just a play, detailed and long.