Mist

A swirling veil of gray deceit
Obscures the world from sight,
The line where truth and falsehood meet,
Masking both shadow and light.
The cloudy mist, the gray illusion
Covering the sky,
The cool, dark fog of forced confusion
Is nothing but a lie.
Like the way you hide in ignorance
And insist there's nothing wrong,
Though through the mist of innocence
Hatred will reign here all along.
Like the smile I always feign
To disguise my own despair,
A mask to cover up the pain
Which I alone know to be there.
Like the door that hides me when I cry
With sorrow never-ending
With silenced screams for a clear sky,
But the world goes on pretending.