Masks

Life is a complex maze

There is dejection in heart

But a smile on her face.

 

He is called epitome of perfection

But his mind knows that it is nothing but a sham

The trick is to hide the truth with flawless deception.

 

Her image is her most valued possession

It is priceless treasure of an individual.

Then why is it so, that it takes only few words, to shatter someone’s reputation?

 

He could be said as master of disguise

While feet of his alter-ego are trembling with fear

Only confidence is reflected in his eyes.

 

Mirror mirror who am I?

I have concealed my scars

But these tears won’t dry…

 

We humans have aced this task

We truly have become excellent artists

Who cover their broken distorted souls with impeccable masks!

Reviews

[JacobMarloe]

Such an interesting perspective, its well written, and I can read into it many different ways. It's exactly the way it should be.