Pained Masquerade

Masks are peculiar.

They take away who we are.

Most wear masks to hide.

I wear a mask to keep everything inside.

I wear a mask to keep everything in.

If I didn’t, I would fall apart again.

Underneath my very thin veil,

Is a war worse than hell,

It’s a war for my soul that takes place in my head.

I can’t keep a straight face, because it hurts so much.

So I wear a mask so no one can see my pain.

Does anyone even care?

No, because they’re too self-aware.

They’re too scared of what would happen

if they tried to let someone in.

They keep their pain to themselves.

They try to hide behind their see-through shells.

If we could all be ourselves and see ourselves,

We’d understand how broken we all feel.

Then the masks would come off

And the Masquerade would end.