Persona

The masks that people wear,

I wonder what’s beneath,

The persona they create,

I wonder why they do so.

When I saw you for the first time, 

You smiled at me,

With such joy and brilliance,

But behind my back,

It slipped down your face.

I wonder, who you are?

I wonder about the ‘real you’,

The ‘you’ that you have locked under that guise.

Was everything just skin deep?

I wonder, am I the same?

Maybe I am.

Maybe I too have incarcerated myself,

Under a façade.

Then was everything I knew about myself

Until now, a lie?

If so, then who am I?

I wonder, since when was it,

That I had started viewing this world

With tinted glasses before my eyes.

When did they shatter?

Suddenly plunged into a world ; monochrome

Where everyone was in a masquerade ball

With befitting masks

They camouflaged themselves

I wonder, what their colour is

Under their cloak of black and white?