Son, it's never as it seems    the flowing of the silver streams    Where people laugh and smile and say    no day is as beautiful as today       I wear the mask of perfection    whenever their heads turn my way    Clutched in the embrace of rejection    in a room where I must stay       In hiding    It's where I keep my dreams alive    residing    It's the only place where I can survive       Even my mother never knew    that the face she saw was never true    In my room there lives no friend    for whom I must pretend       My gleaming mask upon inspection    is where a hundred diamonds lay    and no one sees the true reflection    where every stone is grey       In hiding    It's where I keep my dreams alive    subsiding    to my place in their hive ...