Would you pretend in a room full of pretenders?
Or would you stay real and be hated, be mocked?
Would you march along the sad and the tortured?
Or would you be the vibrant, the leader of the doomed?
Like moths around the flame would you be the dancer?
Or would you stay back and see them dance to death?
Would you be their audience or would be their savior?
Would you cheer with peers or save them from fire’s wrath?
Would you see what they see or would see the difference?
Would you give up their traits or would you keep the inheritance?
Would you see through their lies?
Would you seek the truth that everyone denies?
Would you be the selfish or would you rather care?
Would you be afraid or would you rather dare?
Would you see through me? My mask? My pretense? My facade?
Or would you see the surface and with the laughing peers applaud?