Masks


It is not about who we are,
But about who we show,
Our soul is hidden in a casket,
In the veils of shadow.

In this society of illusive idols,
Scrutiny being our favorite foe,
Our personality is no longer ours,
But that which we borrow.

Behind every mask,
What we don’t know,
Is an untold story,
To the world to show.

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