Alias Poem by Jennifer Romero

If for our thoughts on trial we all went,
I do not hesitate one bit to believe,
Every person, from a lady to a gent,
The death penalty they would certainly receive.

We all paint our faces using the same lies,
Our masks suppress what the world mustn’t see,
It’s our alias, our accepted disguise,
Anything else would disrupt society.

Under the sun, we love its blinding bright rays,
To distract one another from truths we hide,
Our innocence shines with a fiery blaze,
No one suspects the horrors we hold inside.

When it’s dark, a different story is told,
Monsters are cut loose and free to roam,
From dusk ‘til dawn corruption we behold,
And then into our heads they go back home.

It’s not as simple as from the shore to the sea,
there’s no sureness for it’s a twisted blurry line,
Look at every face and learn the reality,
good and evil in a package we combine,

Duality is our nature, nothing is pure
For this insanity there is no cure.