Masquerade

You rant about emotions like anger and anguish as if they were the bedrock of your existence.

You brandish words to wound or heal as you deem fit.

You expect others to conform to certain norms or ideals despite your professed utterances to the contrary.

But I am not so privileged to partake in this mutual masquerade.

For all I perceive are the bones beneath the schemes you bedeck with precious import

And the world you weave with every step you take.