In the silent corridors where whispers hide,
Lies a face cloaked in deceit’s gentle guise.
Pretending truths with a smile so wide,
Yet shadows reveal the darkness in their eyes.
Promises spoken with a silver tongue,
Words woven with threads of sweet disguise.
Behind closed doors, a different song is sung,
A dance of falsehood beneath the skies.
The heart knows not the mirror’s true face,
It wears a mask of virtue, so untrue.
In every glance, a trace of hidden disgrace,
A hollow echo of what they never knew.
Yet the veil of lies shall one day fall,
Revealing the soul’s tarnished, broken art.
For the truth stands tall amidst it all,
And unveils the secrets of the hidden heart.