Facade V : Finale

(re-feel version) Is facade the self? Or maybe, at least its extension? What are you, if you’re shrouded in your own facade? Are you, your facade? Or your facade, you? With millions of masks on the your shelf Each a countless shards of glass, of mirrors Unpredictable outcome, infinite possibilities To everyone, asynchronous memories Yet, to you… Can you see it, beyond the cracked mirrors Someone tried to fill in, on your view Beyond your cracked self, she reaches out a hand Only to be met with sharp edges Yet… she never stops, she won’t stop So will you reach out a hand Beyond the mirrors, your facade Bloodied as you will be, cut as you’re afraid to be To take the hand that reaches out to you That challenges your facade And accepted your, Self And for that moment, The facade becomes the self And the self, tattered Also becomes, Hers