Superficial

A mask hides the face beneath it
the tears, the pain, the blood.
It's all an act,
actors on a stage.
But eyes do not lie and
I cannot trust my eyes.
They bleed, they give me away,
they cannot lie as easily as my mask.
Eventually they'll be ok,
stop sweating their tears,
but for now, it's all realizing
that the world is superficial,
unable to trust things around me.
It's all a lie, words cannot express
what is real and
what is fake.
Life drags to the hills
to the mountains and to
the river, bringing me where it would
like, not where I'd like to go.
For now, my eyes cry with the
waves of the ocean, dripping salt.