Masks
My closet is full of many masks
I can choose to wear,
for my true face
I would never share.
Each day I awaken
I look to see which
mask I want to put on me.
Which one do I want to choose,
do I want to make people laugh today?
Do I want to console someone
who has had a loss?
Do I want to act wild and free?
It is so very hard not to show the real me.
People do not want to see
what lies deeply in me.
My pain I keep hidden away
showing the world what they want to see.
My masks are to make
people's lives better,
for that is what I want them to see.
I always put the world before me.
I am no one when I stand alone.
My masks are made so intricately
to fill the voids people
have within them,
to take away sad feelings they have
within their hearts.
For my quest's in life
has always been
to bring happiness
and love to people around me.
4/13/04
2007-11-01
13:55:34
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