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.
