At a masquerade party,
you don't see faces,
you see masks
They smile,
and wave;
They laugh,
and praise;
They greet,
and shake hands
If they like you,
they ask to dance
The floor reflects the masks above it,
dancing all over it
The floor has no feelings
The masks cover feelings
They chatter, and are suave
They nod, and do praise
They listen, and believe
If they hate you, they ask to leave
The mirrors above reflects the masks, watching them all dance
The mirrors show no feelings
The chandelier imitates the scene through its glasses hanging on itself like diamonds and jewelry to look good in front of others,
rich and famous-looking with all its power it receives from the entertainment of dancers,
pretending to be the sun
The sun is down,
the moon is up
The stars are bright
No clouds allowed
Always be happy and clear from sadness
The days are deceptive and the nights are reflective
Looks of brightness can be the darkness in disguise, and just need the sun,
since the moon and stars are not enough light
Days can be cloudy too,
but it's never allowed,
because it rains on happiness
Underneath the masks is vulnerable and struggling
Hoping that no one, not a single one, can know its secrets hidden underneath
It feels embarrassing to stand out to be left out and shunned out
It feels scary to reach out and branch out and fall out
It feels safe to fit in to be let in and stay in
It feels comfortable to close in to be within an in-crowd
The theme of this masquerade party is called Society
YOU ARE READING
My Life in Poems
PoetryThere will be some triggers in some poems, but there is no abuse whatsoever. Finally completed. I think.
