The masquerade begins with dawn,
A face applied, a subtle drawn
Of lines unseen, a practiced grace,
To meet the world in its false space.
The skin a canvas, smooth and bright,
Concealing shadows of the night.
A smile can curve, a gaze can hold,
A narrative both brave and bold.
But in the quiet, inner room,
Beyond the day's deceptive bloom,
The velvet mask begins to fray,
And whispered truths begin to play.
The mirrored self, a starker sight,
Unveils the ache, the hidden light.
The scars of battles fought within,
The silent triumphs, where doubts spin.
For every word that's left unsaid,
A universe inside the head
Expands and yearns, a secret sea,
Of all we truly long to be.
The guise a shield, a fragile thing,
From judging eyes, and sharpest sting.
Yet in its folds, a freedom lies,
To guard the soul, the honest cries.
And sometimes, in a fleeting glance,
A crack appears, a sacred chance,
To glimpse the depths, the tender core,
The self that waits behind the door.
A knowing smile, a softened gaze,
Reveals the heart's unspoken maze.
The truth we keep, a precious art,
The truest language of the heart.
About the Creator
Sara C
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