The Masquerade

The Masquerade 

Broken we hide
Searching for substance
In the face of every mask we see
Only to discover
The truth has been 
Beautifully disguised

Terrified
We wear our masks
Creating the image we think we see 
While secretly 
We hate the disguises
Despise the horrible perfection

We passionately try to remove ourselves
From the others
Make our masks different
Claiming them to be true

Deception 
Appears beautiful 
Through the eyes of a mask
The opaque holes allowing 
A clear view only of what we are given to see

Our king gives us the ability to see 
Through certain masks
In hopes that we may 
Expose
One another 
Help each other remove
Our Masks

Someone sees through yours
They are looking for the chance to remove it
Will you give it to them?