The masks she wears
She is bemused. It is startling to see everyone wear the mask, to talk about it, to ask which one is needed?
The mask is not something that is new to her, you see
She chuckles at the questions you ask,
Because she has always worn a mask
The mask that hid the bruise,
Made possible for you to ignore the abuse
The mask let you imagine she was fulfilled
In spite of the thousand dreams killed
It showed none of her pain
So you needed to take no blame
The mask with the fake smile pasted
Hiding the emptiness that left her wasted
Covering what you wouldnt hear,
The mask was her live saver.
Behind a faade she would shrink,
Pushing herself to the brink.
Staring at a deep abysss
As all truth you would dismiss
Today, she lets her thoughts meander,
To what she would often wonder.
When she was left with no without,
Looking inwards resolved her doubt
She saw through the mask that you wear
Of control, of a society beyond repair
She recognised how you played your part
With blinkers, and a mask on your heart
She is bemused.
And , today, she smiles.
Masks, or no masks, she still has the capacity to feel, and the courage to believe.
Do you, dear world, dear society, have the same? Can you still smile beneath your mask?