behind the screen, a mask is worn
a face that's lost, a soul reborn
in digital light, the truth is dim
the real face hides, as shadows swim
what's true behind those glowing eyes?
a heart that's kind, or full of lies?
we scroll, we type, we speak our mind
but what is real, and what’s confined?
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Maybe the mask is the real me
Worn it for long, alone cannot be
Truth behind the glowling eyes
Was to realize the moving lies
Cries of shadows do rise at night
Screen truns dark to the bright
Gazed glued not to miss a sight
At a flash they show me the light
So I clutch the mask of lies at most
The heart of evil do die with a post
So hold the fear if you cannot see
That the mask is the real me .
