Mistaken identity

Son, it's never as it seems

the flowing of the silver streams

Where people laugh and smile and say

no day is as beautiful as today

I wear the mask of perfection

whenever their heads turn my way

Clutched in the embrace of rejection

in a room where I must stay

In hiding

It's where I keep my dreams alive

residing

It's the only place where I can survive

Even my mother never knew

that the face she saw was never true

In my room there lives no friend

for whom I must pretend

My gleaming mask upon inspection

is where a hundred diamonds lay

and no one sees the true reflection

where every stone is grey

In hiding

It's where I keep my dreams alive

subsiding

to my place in their hive ...