Being real is so hard

But saying I am real doesn't make you real

Honestly, I dont know where this is going, Im like a troubled Bard

Or should I say? where am I going?

I can metaphorically compare myself to a buffet

Lots of dishes to offer, and in any way

But a riddle might strike you, What is the main dish of this buffet?

Its hidden but you sure love to find the missing bone in this relay

I have many faces to offer, different kinds

But I can guarantee you everything is one of a kind

I can pull out a smile and hide every sadness I have

or I can grab excitement to please you my lovely lad

sometimes if necesarry, disgust is there though seems bad

Yet there is one golden rule

be careful on what you gonna pull

sadness should never, it will only make you a fool