In the quiet of the night where shadows play,
Whispers weave tales of truth and lies,
A masquerade of faces, hidden in dismay,
Where sincerity in silence softly dies.

They speak in riddles, cloaked in disguise,
Promises afloat on a sea of deceit,
With eyes that sparkle but never realize,
The harm in their words, so bitter, so sweet.

Hearts entangled in the web they spin,
Trust shattered like glass on the ground,
Yet hope lingers, a fragile whisper within,
Seeking the light where truth can be found.

Oh, to see beyond the veils they wear,
To find the soul behind the facade,
In a world where honesty is rare,
And liars and fakes with reality spar.