Foolishly Hidden


Oh how don the masks of our delusions.
Masquerading our true selves,
through farce and illusions.
Forced we fit molds,
most unfit,
yet we choose them.
To dance for this world,
a fools waltz of confusion.

To live is to love others;
That much we are certain,
But what good is that love,
if we live life behind curtains.

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