Life is a masquerade,

People wear masks

Everyday, every week,

Every month, every year,

Some wear the mask

That presented their

Deepest, darkest emotions

Like rage, hatred, sorrow

But most people

Wear the happy mask

And open it when they’re alone

Safe and sound in their rooms

And do not ask me

The reason why they wear it

Because perhaps,

I am wearing it too

Without even noticing

Because I go to the masquerade everyday

As if it is a habit.