Masquerade

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I pull up to the stone-made mansion 

In my ball gown and mask 

Nobody will know who I am, 

But who's going to ask? 

 

My heels click as I walk 

Up the antique wooden stairs

I might trip as I go up 

But who's going to care 

 

Nobody knows me 

Nobody even knows my face

I walk through the massive oak doors

And see everyone dressed in intricate lace 

 

They all wore thin masks

So easy to tell who is underneath

But mine was so thick

That someone is under the mask that nobody has ever seen

 

I step into the room

The chatter all around

Then it dropped to silence

Enough to hear a pin drop on on the ground

 

All the masks turned towards

And everyone seemed to stare

And it surprised me

Because for once they actually cared

 

I wake up every morning

And put on this intricate mask everyday

But I always have this underlying feeling

As if I am at a masquerade

 

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