Beneath The Mask

The human face is actually a mask,

Reading things beneath it is a difficult task.

I tried nevertheless, I tried hard,

And then I succeeded, finally, at last.

I went to a circus and saw a clown,

Burst into an uncontrollable laughter,

But when I looked beneath the mask, I realized,

That to make the joker laugh,

Was actually an unenviable task.

I then saw a leader give a speech,

Honesty was something he loved to preach.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that honesty and the leader were poles apart.

I then saw a filmstar with sparkle in his eyes,

And a smile that said all is healthy and bright.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that it were his insecurities he was trying to surpass.

I then saw an armyman,

He looked tough and hard.

That his face didn’t bear a smile,

I thought was the bad part.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that it was the smile in his heart that actually set him apart.

I then saw a criminal,

With anger in his eyes.

Murder, theft and robbery, I was sure were not his only vice.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that it was not him,

But the society that needed to be taken to task.

I then saw a girl,

And she waved back at me,

Her face I thought was as pretty as it could be.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that her face was a cover,

For some things she didn’t want the world to discover.

I then looked at the mirror,

And it looked back at me.

You’re a nice person, the mirror told me.

But when I looked beneath the mask,

I realized that there was a devil,

that I was trying to hide.