Masquerade

Written by: petra mallett

I live a masquerade of lies
(hidden behind puppet eyes)
Someone else pulling the strings,
Not giving me room to spread my wings.

If I could end my false charade
(and be myself in life's parade)
I'd show the world what I could do
and I would not stop 'til I was through.

But people and places tie me down,
and so I'm stuff in this little town,
hoping one day to be set free,
to enjoy life by being ME.


(written in approximately 1984, 10th grade.)