Masquerade

Life is a masquerade Ball;

Of pretense, good and bad.

Hidden behind those veils,

Our truest of selves,

Somewhere deeply lost.

Dances of envy, ego and fate,

Destiny, luck and regret.

Of love and life faked to be great.

Masks of image, ideals and emotions;

Of defense, lies and deception.

Removing them would cause your skin to rip

So comfortable are the Charades,

So deep!

But tired I am, weary of pretending;

" I don't care, I don't feel, I don't love deeply!"

That I dared once, just for once,

To lift the mask off my face.

The society mocked the freckles that showed,

The imperfect skin, and dark spots within.

Dejected, hurt and rejected by all,

The mask went right back where it belonged so long,

Never to come off the face, carefully hidden,

Never for you to read the real me,

Not even for once.