Everyone has there own disguise
Some are better than others
When they come off, some are surprised
To see who they really are out of the covers
We are all in our own masqerade
Everyone deceiving with their looks
We wear these disguises because we are afraid
That no one will open our book
This fear fuels our little game
When one disguise fails, you make a new one
With no two disguises being the same
But it's come to the point where these disguises are just reruns
It's about time for closure
Since this masquerade is over
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PoetryA poetry book that gets filled on most days! Have any suggestions? Send me a message or leave a comment on my most recent entry. Thanks!
