The masks

How much do you know of me?

How much do I share?

Can you see the thoughts that

Even I don't know are there?

Can you guess my secrets deep,

Hidden under veils of lies?

Do you know my cheerful face

Could merely be a disguise?

Or maybe when I smile wide,

All can see just who I am,

And when I'm happy, I have a reason,

I'm happy because I can.

The happy plastic mask is nothing

Compared to a true grin,

For if you smile from the heart,

It shows you're happy from within.

Every day is a masquerade,

To someone, somewhere,

Who carries lies of sorrow and hate,

And thoughts that they would never share.

So when the mask is taken off,

Then what will you look like?

Will you glow with love or be like

Darkness in the light?

Copyright October 2, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.