I'll Be...

I'll be the lie on his tongue
that he enjoys tasting when
he wants a change of pace


I'll be the truth he needs
when he denies his own
feelings from showing


I'll be the beauty he sees
when he's alone in his
tangled web of innocence


I'll be his mask he wears
when he needs to speak
and feel and be heard


I'll be his reward for bad
thoughts when gossip
sticks to whispered lips


I'll be the truth that cuts
deep and the lies that
cover up the illusion


I'll be the hate others feel
when he keeps coming
back to me to enjoy who he is