Masquerade

Picture perfect pleasantries, parade of games.
Someone secretly scheming, silent are the names.

We are all hiding, what more to gain?

Authentic affections abscond into the abyss.
Nefariously normalized nomenclature, no doubt amiss.

We are all hiding, hiding to be sane.

Love lies loudly, lingering in ones head.
Routinely recited, remembering what was said.

We are all hiding, hiding soothes the pain.