Masquerade

November 22, 2013

In these days of darkness,

That bring us so much pain,

We all search or a way out.

We all need an escape.

I thought the world was gray,

Born to die and feel afraid,

And everything we say or do,

Hides within a masquerade.

The plastic faces that we meet,

Never make it to our end.

Laughter from another soul,

Portrays our enemy as a friend.

And behind every golden mask,

That we use to hide our sin,

Is a scared, young child,

Trying to live in a world of pretend.

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