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I watch you walk into the room;
you are a beautiful masquerade.

A confident air hangs around you,
for you have never known “No”.

I watch you stand and sit so well,
then give me a look of disgust.

The player amongst many players,
you are an amusement to watch.

I sit and wait for the hammer to fall,
it doesn’t, and I wonder when it will.

A fault in that elegant demeanour shows,
for one man sees behind the masquerade.

I see you frown and flinch at his words,
then recede into the shadows tonight.

An entertaining amusement for the sick,
I take no pleasure in seeing you fall.

Tonight I will sit and wait for you to return;
so many lessons to learn, sweet daughter.