Masquerade
Location
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