
Behind the masks that people wear,
A quiet mystery is sleeping there.
No script is written, no path is set,
Just random turns where fates are met
A fragile thing called "normal life."
They speak of bonds, of "true, deep friends,"
And think they’ve reached where the story ends.
But they are blind to the shifting track;
The past has passed, and if you go back,
You only find a widening c***k.
They thought they were done, but the pages turn,
A brand-new lesson left to learn.
They’re just starting out on a dangerous game,
Where everything changes, including a name.
To peel the layers, to see the stranger
Knowing the real you makes my life in danger.
The shadows fall, the secrets rise,
Behind the innocence of your eyes...
Who are you?
— PIKACHACHI

