Alexia-Shriver

All of it tricks and sleight of hand, My audience is made of man, A trade composed of pure deceit, To fool them all, no easy feat. The tears that should roll down my face, Now disappear without a trace. My fraud unnoticed, all the while, I hide my sadness with a smile. My act gets better day by day, I've multitudes of cards to play, I'll hide my sorrow in my deck, And thus my ruse you won't suspect. I pull laughter out of my hats, Emotions fall through trapdoor mats, The truth always kept tightly sealed, Magicians' tricks can't be revealed.