The Masquerade

He took my fear but yielded to the circus.
I asked him about the imitation game,
Where one’s form and façade are king,
The softened image, the edges frame.
Must we play the jesters game?

For I horror. The curated self is no self at all.
Does reality not collapse into appearance?
Are we not hidden crafters ever preparing
For some grand carnival that never comes?
Must we play the jesters game?