My Facade

My Facade
~Lucretius of Modern

What's my facade? Well, look at me;
Do I look back? Maybe you should smile,
Because I would smile back. Do you see
Through that grin? This is my guile.

What's my guile? Well, talk to me now;
Do I chat back? Make your pleasentries
As I respond in obligation. Jesus how
I lie to you. Lies. Such a disease.

What disease is this? Well, touch me here;
Would I snap back? Will I hit you so hard
And savagely that you recoil in fear?
Threaten to kill? My death, no regard.

What's my death worth? Well, pay in cash;
Would I value my life? Would I not subdue
You all for just a cent? Would I not lash
Out at you? Laugh as you all suffer too.

How do I suffer? Well, torture me slowly;
Do I enjoy the pain? Would you not as well
If you were here with me? Laugh with glee
As I get lashed. Me, roasting in my hell.

Where is my hell? Well, tell me where I am;
Do you know me at all? Just smile and nod,
Don't realize I really couldn't give a damn.
Don't talk, you don't know me. That is my facade.

And what is yours?