A mask.. a good person.. a beautiful, well-groomed appear

A mask.. a good person.. a beautiful, well-groomed appearance, and expensive perfume..
Generous, beautiful, and trustworthy..
You fall in love with that white mask.. You trust, and you find love,
Unaware that for bad people, love is just a game to achieve their goals.. A game to reach the top of the pyramid! After which you're just a part of a structure..
Emotions, peace, and...
Maybe it's useless, but that white mask sharpens its teeth for this very reason.. Emotions, if left uncontrolled, become a bomb
and that person is the one who builds it and, when the time comes, brings the pyramids down..
For their goal, it doesn't matter what they do, or what happens..
You fall in love? Your emotions die? You get tired? You commit suicide? You become poor? That person keeps building bombs, and only thinks about the pyramid!
So what? The white mask is up on the mountain, enjoying themselves!
And the white light, now stained, grows weaker and more destroyed every day
because a human mountain is not light..!