The mask

Like a rotten cocoa-nut Whose shells covers a rot Are men who hide their thoughts Unable to say the exact truth About their own immediate feelings. Grinning yet grinding Smiling yet sorrowing Spending yet borrowing Serving yet complaining. They hide from themselves The thoughts in their hearts To enhance their values in the eyes of others. These are the crimes of cowards Which robs its victim of trust. Yet quarrelling among themselves These repressed emotions Locked up in the darkest dungeon of the mind Seek their excape in rape, murder, Cheating and other social vices.