The masks

The masks

Smiling, dancing, laughing

Who is under those masks?

No one will know 

For this is a masquerade ball


But what’s this?

Some people came without masks

Left bare for the world to judge

They do not look like children, frightened by the attention

 No they look brave, ready to fight lions


My mask is starting to get sweaty

I wish to take it off

But I know that I do not dare

For then they will judge me


So my mask keeps on smiling

But under it I’m dying

Wishing to be known as me

I look around at my friends

Silently wondering if they would still like me

If I take off my mask of smiles

And show my face of pain


Yes it is pain that I hide

Hurt beyond repair

So I shall watch those without masks

One day I might take mine off

But let that day be a while away