Masquerade, Paper Faces On Parade

I am the crops you sow,
I am the rainbow,
I am the rain-
I am the sunlight on your windowpane.
I am the hopes lingering in your head,
but I'm also the monster under your bed.
I am the hope, but I am the pain too-
I am the critisism you hear, but also the croon-
I cause you joy, but also pain..
I can make you fly or wash you down the sink drain.
I can laugh, or I can scream-
Don't let my mask fool you, things aren't what they seem.
Do you think I like to be this way?
Soaring and sinking ships day after day?
My masqeraude is only the start-
I am already corroding your heart.