The Masks, by souless
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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
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Posted: 2014-04-02 17:08:30 UTC |
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2014-06-24 19:31:14 | Malcolm Moss |
Nice idea. I think I shall write something along these lines sometime. Thank you. |