The Great Pretender

The Great Pretender
Jan. 31, 2010

Magritte's A La Rencontre du Plaisir

Charades and masquerades:
Games for my talents of hiding shades.
If feigning happiness is an art,
Then I’m its master at heart.
Watching you walk away with a smile on my face,
No hesitance, no regret doeth trace
Yet every second I’m wallowing in my own disgrace.
Because my love, I’ve always been the liar,
I’m the great Pretender, the best nature did sire.
I’ll never feel lonely; I’ll never miss you, not once,
If you knew how I really felt; like a wretched dunce.
But you’d never know, you’ll never see,
The sacrifices of my craft did to me.
To see you love another and say I’m happy for thee,
With a gleeful demeanor none could the heavens decree.
But when shadows could craft no more guile,
My heart is dead; O it’s the end of my trials.
I’ve won the test, the crown is mine.
Yet I cannot tell if it’s worth it, without the love of thine.