The Mask

Everyday there is a mask to use,
Happy, sad, or grim you choose.
With the mask on we are denizens of the stage,
We enact a play for a daily wage.

The curled up lips on a happy mask,
Does all the job, all the task.
Because the pearly drops have no place,
In the wide, and large selfish maze.

Bound by the ordeals we need a mask to live,
To hide our broken self from the mighty hive.
Without the mask we are an easy prey,
To those people who are ready to slay.

No matter how hard we try,
Still we remain a beast inside.
Ready to pounce, ready to dart
Ready to tear the mask apart.

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