At The Masked Ball

Our lives are a large masked ball.
False smiles painted on our faces,
Hiding sorrow, disguising anger.
Never letting our true feelings of passion arise,
But quelling the fires inside of us with merry dancing and joking.
Tortured souls going unheard,
Unseen,
And yet they don the brightest colors in an attempt to mislead others.
Never allowing others to see their torment,
Their tears,
Or any weakness at all.
Everyone has got a smile,
Whether it be a true one or not,
And behind those smiles are unspoken secrets.
Secret feelings of passion,
Of anger,
Of anguish,
And of love.