Masquerade
Words hidden behind hands
Whispers of me
Of who I am
Who I want to be
Who I will be
But
I can see
Past those jealous eyes
Twinkling with
Jealousy
Please just go away
Those souls
Hidden by their mask
Mask of
Who I want to be
Who I will be
My masquerade
Which swirls with hidden intent
The ghosts of me
Are haunting
Wanting to rip the mask off our face
The ghosts
Of who I am
Of who I could have been
Of who I will be
My mask
Bejeweled
With humor
With popularity
With smiles
Smokes from the lies
The lies that shackle me to them
The majority
The minority
The mask
My mask
Their mask
Please just go away
Fold by Fold of the Mask
Shows her
Shows him
Where am I?
I wear the mask
Their mask
Copyright © Cora Malone | Year Posted 2019
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