Fairytale

Can we exist
Behind the mask
We have made for ourselves?
That prevents us from seeing
Or being recognized as well?
You have hidden yourself
Clothed in peasantry
When you could wear
Robes of royalty...
You wear a crown
Of dirt and mud
Instead of gold and pearls
The mask you wear
Is as fleeting as
The moment before
The clock strikes twelve (12)
And this fairytale you think
You live in
Returns to
An unhappy ending.