The Face Behind The Mask
What hides behind your painted smile?
A gentle soul, or a storm in waiting?
Do your eyes speak truth,
or are they windows with curtains drawn?
When you laugh among the crowd,
is it joy that dances,
or loneliness in disguise?
How many words are spoken
not from the heart,
but from a script carefully written?
How many hands are shaken
while the mind whispers something else?
Do we ever meet the real face,
or only the version crafted
for daylight and company?
And when you are alone—
truly alone,
without applause, without eyes upon you—
do you recognize yourself?
Or is even that reflection
another mask you’ve learned to wear?
Tell me, stranger…
who are you really,
when the mask falls away?.
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