With bright colors and laughing eyes,
I am the simulacrum of happiness.
My guise of normality is well rewarded
for could you tell it was a facade?
Could you even tell it was a semblance of camouflage
Or were you too busy with your own mask?
With beautiful costumes, feathers, jewels,
We are all just characters of this masque.
So what’s behind your charming visage
of a grinning, benevolent beast?
Take off your mask and I’ll remove mine.
We screen our likeness from even ourselves
When truth is painful
And lies are easy.
Will you give me this next dance
across the floor of our masquerade?
“Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes Sin’s a pleasure” ~Lord Byron