A poem from the muse

Acting the role, playing the part,
Decieving the masses with my art,
Trying to be someone i'm not,
Trying to be someone i forgot.

hidding behind these lies,
Oh so convincing those big brown eyes,
Trying to stop.
How? i forgot.

Knight with shinning armor gleaming,
Lance arayed with banner streaming,
Faces the aponent in black,
Who uses allusion as his attack.

Frustrated by the ethereal opponent,
I struggle and fight with wild abondonment,
And yet i'm still not sure which side to join,
Maybe i'll just flip a coin.
The Muse