Self Deceit is an arduous task;
To live up each moment, behind a steel mask:
It’s too heavy to hold, each second a chore.
When your hearts crying out for, Oh! something more!
When the tears on your skin see no light of day;
And the grimace you hide, never fades away.
To own up to feelings, is to admit there’s a fault;
Sadly it’s still there if you admit it or not!
Oh the toil of mans pride, to ask for some help.
But in todays world, failure?, that’s how its spelt.