A mask of beauty, love, or grace
A fitting mask for any face
And as the garish smiles leer
I cannot spy a single tear
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What does the mask strive to conceal?
A tear, a scar, an awful weal
Your age replaced by tender youth
If this is true, then what is truth?
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Your face is covered with a grin
Is it to hide the frown within?
I beg of you – remove the veil!
Or do you think your soul too frail?
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For I would rather see you true
Although there’s dark inside of you
Because your frightful, mournful cries
Are better than the blatant lies
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I want to know the whole of you
And with my love, bring comfort, too
For truth will slowly, surely, fade
If we prolong this masquerade
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Author's Note: I wrote this poem for English class, and I though y'all would enjoy it. :P Special shoutout to @WeAreAHurricane for the beautiful cover.
I dedicated this poem to the always-amazing @Amuse-bouche, the wattpadder who has extremely increased my confidence in my poetry. Thank you!
