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We're not hurt, not really
Our egos clash when our glasses clink
We wear masks, we hide our sins
They're made of white feathers,
A little bit of delicate balancing.

We're playing a game
No, not cat and mouse
Here, we pull out our big guns
And pretend we didn't get you choused

We're not hurt, we just play the part well
I'm still waiting on you,
I know you've hidden your ace somewhere
What if I told you, I feigned my surprise
That it was me who made you think that they were all your lies?

Lets lie naked
What's there to hide?
Our prevarications are enough
To cover us with striking whites

Faux fabrications, aah,
Sweet melodies...
What if the music stops
Will you still be able to hear me?

I've lost myself,
But this is me
Watching you from a distance
Saying things you don't feel
What if I told you that I heard them whisper
Would that make you drop your act,
Or would you still pretend you're not a trickster?

The blame games we played,
Intricate lies we weaved
But I admit,
There was some truth, somewhere in between
Oh, what a funny tale
Precarious, perilous
Because there is still comfort in
Pretending to be someone else.

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Namoshtaii!

This is my entry for the Wattpad Writing Stars Apogee Edition contest. This is my first attempt at writing anything along the lines of poetry, so feel free to judge :)

Thanks

~chaashnee