The Mask of A Star

Wishing upon a star,

I wonder who you are.

The mind with which I keep thinking of,

And the soul I keep looking out for.

Do you sometimes sit and wonder,

Among the thoughts swirling throughout,

That the strength of passion you hold within is too powerful,

So this must be why the ones you fall into,

Never fall into you?

For you open yourself to so many,

But too many care little enough to strip themselves of their masks,

Or stay their hands out of fear.

I fell into many masked ones,

For they do beautifully adorn upon you.

But they are a false beauty,

For they aren't you.

The truest beauty there is,

Is the truth of being you.

Not the facade you hold out of fear,

But the clarity you gain from freedom.

For there is no greater freedom than to be you.

Amongst a world of masks,

I choose to see past.

Hoping someday,

I may find someone who is truly beautiful beneath the mask.