The Masks

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