Masks

Secrets pumped through her violet veins.

Hushes of whispers filled her head.

The lights shone down bright----- as the curtain went up.

The rouge curtain disappearing and the rouge beginning.

The smile rugged at her lips.

Don't, We all wear masks.

Masks, crafted from the molds of hopes, dreams, mistakes.

So take bow as the curtain falls once again.

If only they knew the secrets,

that were buried somewhere deep,

Secrets of change ----And dreams

that lured her back to sleep.

A fool who has everyone fooled.

For she was standing behind the two-way mirror.

The world staring at what they wanted to see.

She knew who she really was, not the foolish girl she was pegged to be.