Masquerade

Life; is a masquerade.

Every night a party.

Every day a fitting.

Behind all these masks...

Hides the lies and pretense. 

The hurt and the grieved.

The angered and the vengeful. 

But upon my mask;

A smile.

A Cheshire Cat-like grin.

But behind the mask I am weeping.

Inside I am dying.

Little by little I wither.

Slowly I deplete. 

And sorrow engulfs my heart.

I hide my sorrow-

With this mask.

In this everyday;

Masquerade.

I shan't take it off.

Not now, not ever.

To hide my tears.

To hide my sadness.

The darkness behind this cheerful fakery.

Thank Goodness for this little handy thing.

That can conceal;

And pretend.

Effortlessly.

For this masquerade...

Will never, ever end.

Reviews

[Chris Yip]

A well expressed internal suffering that explores one's skill, develop over time, to hide and mask one's true emotions and feelings. I guess we should concentrate on building our self esteem and joy rather than spend energy to hide our pain. Then what is on the outside will be a true reflection of the inside. Well done on the creativeness of the poem.

[TheSkyWritesHerName]

Lovely! Very relatable.