You act as if you are not who you really are,

You wear a false smile on that face that’s afraid.

You’re weak and phoney as you hide behind the book,

Maybe that’s why they call it face, maybe no one will look.

Why do you pretend that you are of a different soul to be,

When it is that you are a coward, you now are forty three.

Once you were a child and a child that could be so mean,

You now are so much older, why is mean your middle name.?

Why do you pretend, is it because you don’t like what you see,

Do you turn your back to the mirror not wanting to be who you be,

Why do you pretend, have you run from reality.?

Keith Garrett