My outer skin looks so transparant,
You think you see through me like glass,
People think they know me so, so well.
Well, their wrong. How? they ask.
Well, I tell them, It just means
That I'm a supreme actor, which I am after all.
I fooled you all, you only saw
The painting drawn on my outer wall.
The truth is, it's only an illusion.
Shimmering, visible, but not really there.
The real me is locked up in a vault
And you know that I'm not going to share
That part of me with anyone else,
Because you just won't get it.

The End

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