The mask

Respectably we live our life’s behind our chosen masks 
With well rehearsed responses to daily questions asked 
We only offer the little bits in which we choose to give 
And never do we fully expose the lives we chose to live 
Whether this be down to pride, privacy or shame
As the understanding of honesty has now become a game 
We pride ourselves on truthfulness upon a moralistic code
Yet personally for ones self this is often wrongly bestowed 
Acting with pretence becomes a fluent way of being 
Rose tinted glasses viewed by others is your wanted way of seeing 
Opinions of negative randoms delivers the attention that we seek 
And friendship is now confined to a virtually accepted speak 
Only, friendships now are blurry and no longer fully fledged 
The weight of consistent fakeness never openly acknowledged 
The roles we play are chosen subconsciously years behind
And as we grow we learn to fit our masks we once designed 
And this is what people will judge when they really look at each other 
Not the truth,  the person inside only the  mask we chose to cover