First thing you learn is how to cry,
Naked and helpless as you lie,
You struggle for communication
Or just to capture their attention.

Soon, cries alone won't be enough
And you'll discover how to laugh,
For they may tire of weeping eyes,
But they cannot resist your smiles.

So you begin to imitate
Every expression they dictate
From rage to boredom or lust.
Such is the way to win their trust.

How they enjoy to read your face…
Until one day you fall from grace.
You cannot let them play their game
Tainting your purest thoughts with shame.

Now, masks are often hard to make
-Unless you want them to look fake-
But how on earth will you grow up
If you keep swallowing their crap?

Pretend you're doing as you're told,
Fashion a shield in shiny gold,
Observe behind this fine disguise
The gaping holes inside their eyes.