Masquerade

Life, my personal masquerade
Day to day I dance around
Mask worn proudly upon my face
Always different but never true
What shall I be today?

Extravagant faces for everyone to see
Bright and loud, cheerful and happy.
They see what I want them to see
A distorted perception of what is me

I hide in the shadows of my mask and my hood
I look in the mirror and what do I see
A fake. An imitation. A phoney.
Does anyone believe, or am I just fooling myself

I’m not the kind of person that’s easy to forget
I stride around convinced that everyone believes
But really the only one is me
But without the mask who would I be?