The Cost of Authenticity

Some wear smiles that never speak,

Their laughter loud, their spirit weak.

The circus keeps them spinning lies,

As truth within them slowly dies.

To stand apart is not disgrace,

It takes more strength to leave the race.

The clowns may scoff, the world may jeer,

But peace is found beyond their fear.

It’s lonely, yes, and cold some nights,

But freedom lives beyond their lights.

No act, no bow, no empty cheer,

Just silence where the soul stands clear.

They’ll never see the path that’s true,

Because it doesn’t shine for view.

But those who walk it understand,

That being real is what withstands.