Masked!

In the crowd with no face familiar,

Shake of a hand was never peculiar.

Smile being the cover on their face,

Trust them as they bow to tie your lace?

Confused whom to address as my friend,

Split personality was the new trend.

Fresh skin usually has a rotten fruit,

As human, do such virtues really suit?

 

A few sweet lines, you're deceived,

Need not ask, what you received.

Why to always stab at the back?

Is it the courage that they lack?

Trust and destiny laughed loud till end,

Why in such a haste to make a friend?

Little did I know, else I'd have asked,

People these days like being masked.