Sonnet

All An Act

Many familiar faces surround me,

Their recondite motives seem very cruel.

Shall I decipher their sincerity,

Or should I turn away and be a fool?

Maybe a mask will make this believable

Seeing as how I’m not the lone being

Who needs to live their life as a fable.

Sometimes believing is more than seeing.

And sometimes those we trust turn the quickest

Into a face that is now distorted.

And just as fast your own self becomes dressed

In a false persona from foot to head.

In the future you very well may be,

A new person than you may foresee.