Everyone’s got a mask,

Some have few, others have many.

Masks of different emotions and attitudes,

Masks that seem so real and bonafide.

 

Even I’ve got a few masks,

Which I often wear.

 

I wear them cause I’m scared

From the penetralia of my heart.

I’m scared to let anyone know

The real me.

 

I fear if I’ll ever be accepted,

Included, and understood rightly.

Thus, I wear masks which

Meet their expectations.

 

Yes, it is indeed suffocating

Inside those masks,

But I can’t let anyone,

Shatter me into infinite pieces again.

 

Others may have their own

Reasons or motives to wear

Their masks too.

 

Yet, I wish we all had the

Courage to drop our masks.

That one fine time when everyone

Is nothing less than real, and

Let the strings of life

Play melodies with

No disguise.