Whatever

Bending the truth,
to something you like.
Squeezing it through,
so won't slip a lie.

All to fit your taste,
my shap little tongue.
Only so we won't waste
any time, would be too long.

Does it fit you right?
My words? Marked cards.
Does it make you smile?
My truth, cloth and masks.

Rip off my veil, and go blur my sight.
Take off my mantle, you want, you might...
So I will only be, see, say, do, think...
Whatever you want from me.