Bright lights and sweet smiles-
our lives are pretty lies we tell
to the world, chanted like a witch's incantation and bewitching the multitude into believing we are only this face; the face we were born with.

We all hide one way or another
under blankets, designer glasses and every camouflage thinkable. We hide in plain sight because the demons might get to us.

We hide under a multitude of other things because in the light we just
might see all the lies we tell ourselves-
justice, peace, freedom, love, equality-
lullabies we sing to ourselves when reality knocks too hard.

There is no escaping this black hole
that'll come before we exit the stage, so we burrow in deeper because in the light we may find that we are the demons we hide from.