Masquerade
Many a soul has worn a mask,
Altering how they feel.
Some feel braver others more shy,
Queens have been known there to mingle.
Under these faces we hide our disgraces,
Enemies can become lovers.
Ready to prove we are special,
Actually we are just weak.
Disguising our inner beauty,
Each one of us plays Masquerade.
Brenda Meier-Hans
2013
1st
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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