Masquerade

By Shaire Blythe

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

 

Masquerade

 

Coming over, you look a little crooked from where I’m standing,

Not a bitter one, but I know I have been here way before,

 

And who’s to say if I’m wrong or right, but I’ve been through it,

Throwing my middle fingers up, like I don’t give a fuck, no excuses,

 

So don’t question me,

I’ve had enough, gotten tough,

You can’t tell me nothing,

Feeling like this is a masquearde,

Who wears the mask?

There’s no glancing back now,

 

Looking over, I see in your eyes, what this is about,

You’re either drifting on a cloud or you can’t see the ground,

It’s something that never gets old,

 

Hand me something new,

Hand me something true,

That’s if you dare,

 

Greatest performance of the night,

I see under the spotlight, That is yours,

 

More dim than it appears,

I feel if it was bright, I would shun my eyes, and carry on into the night…