Sparkatale

Missing in sight—
I am not who I am.
What you see is not right—
My identity is my scam.

Making you smile
Is part of the trick
Make you think for a while
You fit in, then stick

My mask into the game:
I love it when I can portray
Another person's name;
Someone whose persona is grey.

I can look you in the face
And smile through a lie
This way I keep proper space
Between you and I.

I want you to hate me,
Want your strong dislike.
Until then, this is all you see;
My true side is on strike.