Masquerade


Some can make you love them in one night.
With their slippery fingers and quick words.
Listening to the endless problems of the world,
dressing in white to show care.
Nor are they beautiful, if they were there would be no game.
Bewitching not in their beauty but with their dazzling words.
They are truly monsters, giving others what is wanted not needed.
Worst of all they know the trick of all conversation, to listen!
To hear every word and to approach with care.
Wearing masks woven into their skin.
Left and right they are!
Perhaps they are worse off than others.
They can dress up in suits and ties, wearing the finest cloth,
talking to every man, dancing with every woman
but never can they make it to day.
Their blessing a true curse in a jeweled mask,
everyone knows them but no one cares.
Making them numb and twisted,
still they attend the masquerade and dance.

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