Every day is a
masquerade.
Show them your
false smiles, your
empty blue eyes, your
forced laughter.
What would they
say
if they knew who
you actually were?
What would they
do
if they saw the
pain swimming behind your
perfect mask?
Would they even
care
if you showed them
the sadness gnawing at
the edges of
your soul?
You don’t ask
and don’t tell…
but how long can you
keep up this
charade?
No one can live
forever
inside a masquerade.
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Lost, Found, & Forgotten [A Collection of Poems]
PoetryThis is the second collection of poems I have written. Enjoy