Island of apparent reality

Double face...
looks can be deceiving...
Black have a white look
Everything is hidden.

The clean lakes
Hides strong secret
Left on an island.
The treasures that people hide
It repaints on a color fake...

It 's all a big masquerade
The mask becomes your soul
And you lose the reason.

I have known many
apparently swans,
but most only are
ducklings pirates.

Fake smiles
Surrounded by thoughts
Malignant and tough.
Touching the limit
Of hot stars
In the hearts of others.

Like a chameleon
Pretend to be like the environment
for deceiving the hearts pure.