Masquerade

A mask of white plaster,

Painted with flowery words,

And enhanced with a crooked smile,

Eyes that show a sparkle but really feel alone,

What would people think if you removed the plaster that cakes your face?

What would they truly see?

Would they see a face scarred from the past?

Would they see lines from your frown?

Would they see a heart of love or a heart of hate?

Sometimes I wonder what’s underneath your mask,

What does your heart really yearn for?

What do your eyes think they see?

I wish I could crack your plaster and slowly peel it away,

But i’m not the one who can,

You know who he is,

But you wear your mask for him too,

Why?

Poem Written: March 12, 1999