Life isn’t always what it seems
Sometimes a hero is really a villain
And sometimes a villain
Is really a hero
~
Nobody truly knows
What we wear behind our masks
~
A laugh can hide a cry
A smile can hide a monster
It’s the ones we love
Who bring us to our knees
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We are all phantoms of our own operas
Hiding our scars behind our masks
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Lies can dig graves
In our minds
Secrets can keep truths
From our lips
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Betrayal is a friend
Who hugs with a knife
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Pray for the days
That bring our world
Down to ruin, days
When there's nothing left to lose
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Life is never more honest
Then, when we fall
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Looks aren't always how they appear
Sometimes beauty is only skin deep
And sometimes beauty
Is buried deep
~
What's behind our masks, you ask
Strangers you haven’t met
About the Creator
The Invisible Writer
Life goals - vacation always- work never
Creator of unreadable stories
Writer of bad poetry


Comments (11)
What you say about masks is so true.
Amazing poem & great take on the challenge! I especially liked: “Looks aren't always how they appear Sometimes beauty is only skin deep And sometimes beauty Is buried deep”💖
"Betrayal is a friend Who hugs with a knife" "We are all phantoms of our own operas" These lines were absolutely brilliant! Loved your poem!
The imagery and rhythm give it such a haunting truth. That last line really lingers.
Oh, so many masks!! Great entry, Will!
Oh, wonderfully said...still invisible, I see. Mystery is a magical thing. Loved the very wise words.
Awesome work, I hope this win 🏆
Cleverly written. There is much truth in: “ Sometimes a hero is really a villain. And sometimes a villain is really a hero.” - the truth always prevails despite the masks people wear.
Love this! Fark, and truth-biting.🖤 Masks aren’t just what we hide, but what the world expects us to wear. Powerful.
Lies digging graves hugs with a knife lips glossed with secrets. This is wonderful ❤️ your writing never disappoints
We're all strangers behind a mask until we choose to reveal our true self, sometimes we grow so attached to the mask we fear who we truly are beneath it.