Masquerade

Life is our ball

Our costumes- our words

The dance floor is open for those who dare

Our masks are our shields

Our protection

The party has just begun, but you're ready to leave

We tread on shallow ground

The dirt beneath our feet is shifting

We all fall down

The masks come off

What will they say if they knew?

What will they think if they saw the real you?

Where will you stand when your mask is removed?