My Masquerade

My Masquerade And I should have joined a masquerade. Believe me. I wore masks all the time. Glittering gold, Blazing reds; Vividly bold, Bedazzled threads. Sparkling silver, Onyx lace, Feathered crowns, And a hidden face; A masquerade of fabrication, Patrons dance away the night; They revel in such admiration, Till shines the light of dawn. Come on in! Step inside! Don't forget try to hide! Cover your weary face With soft ribbons and lace. You'll win at any task If you just wear this mask. Don't ever let them know. Don't let emotions show. We'll teach you a smooth dance, So you'll live in a trance. Your face will never fall Within this sacred hall! Life will be a parade! Come to the masquerade! We all wear masks, Some are elegant, Some are deviant, And some bizarre-looking. We all wear masks, Be it brilliant or dull, Extravagant or simple; Some a smile, some gloomy, And some a frown. For we are all theatrical; We go about our masks, We don them very well, We want our faces kept hidden, That no sunlight could touch them. And we display ourselves, That this is the real me, you, us. We always look in the mirror, Adoring our masks, Obsessing over it, Till we completely forget What our true faces look like. So we state to impress, As we gather in a masquerade, Dancing like devils in the night of lies.