Below is the poem entitled Masks which was written by poet
Shelly. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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There was a boy who so loved rich women--
endowed with the big treasure chests their mother's
gave them-- he would tell them so.
Now is this not an insult of high impropriety
that surely someone would take up the mettle
of a white a knight and defend those ladies' honor.
But can you also see with your mind's eye...
We all wear masks... we hide behind stoic faces that we
make for ourselves... burying feelings we don't want others
And maybe that is a good thing, or we would cry till the day
But when we do this... sometimes...
I think we just become really good at hiding.
And those ladies--
though I'm sure the jolt was quite shocking--
those ladies took off their masks--
if for but an instant--
and they reflected on themselves