City of Angels [Part 2]

Nothing in this city
Is ever really
What it appears.

Many faces come and go here,
Many masks are picked up and later discarded,
Many scripts are written and performed,
With lots and lots of facades ever so present.

They should might as well
rename this city to
the City of a Thousand Faces.

The artist that you see on the street
trying to make an honest buck by asking
for an audience to coalesce in order for them
to perform their acquired skill list,
Most likely has a massive following
on social media to begin with,
And, more often than not,
Has tens of thousands of dollars
in their bank accounts.

The beggar on the street
who begs like any other
for a couple of bucks to get some food,
could be simply an actor in disguise,
Whose ride home is the nice Mercedes Benz
that is also in the parking lot.

Celebrities are often the most
obvious cases of hypocrisy,
fronting themselves as agents of
peace and prosperity in front of the camera,
whilst being manipulative and
callous to their coworkers off-script.

And hey, it does wonders for the press,
gives them a good reason to
deflect from the actual news of the city,
and instead redirect all their attentions to
the tabloid information of a
celebrity's personal life.

But the facades that you never expect
are the ones that hit closest to him.

The friend that you have,
the one whom you confide
all of your deepest, darkest secrets,
Can very well be a killer in disguise,
using your friendship as a connecting mechanism
in order for him to be able to
lure his next potential prey
to their untimely doom.

I did not know this about him,
That was, until his clues were as dark and as damning
as the tar in the pits...