Friday, January 6, 2012

THE MASK



I am lonely and sad
Truth seems farce; smiles forced
And the tales stoic, like my face
A thousand, but none me
Shadows that people like to see
I’m friendly, even to strangers
With a mask, I’m one
Hiding my tears behind a lie
Of complacency, a confident me
Cry and bleed to pay for human guile

Why be judged by tears and pains
Let the world be wiser and laugh
I won’t; hence the smiley pretense
I still dream, however vain
Protect it till I’m sober again

Let’s open up our masks
I won’t know you; the lies won’t be me
And we will walk free,miles
Comforting fears while stitching a smile