The Ultimate Reward Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Whatever that is you are,
With a taste for making false impressions.
Your day to face yourself will come.
Since no one can masquerade forever.

Even the sight of that which you've made,
Will someday by others seek to stay away.
Leaving a truth that offended you,
Too late to admit a life wished with its existence.

Since that time for you to be real with honesty,
Has gone without you deciding it to choose.
That time for you to prove it with an acceptance,
Has very few around to care which false face you wear.

Living not to deceive with delusions kept to believe,
Does wonders for the health of one's mentality.
And provides in time a peace of mind one finds,
To be the ultimate reward one deserving can receive.

There is nothing wrong in the making of mistakes.
It is the running away from them,
That creates headaches, heartbreaks...
And the ending of one's dependency on faked relationships.