The Mask

The mask becomes a part of you...a poem about tragedy, conformity and the mask that hides it all.

The mask slips on so easily,

as if it were glued on over time. 

You can always become someone else.

Just make a deal with the devil; 

Pay a fine.

The mask,

it's so beautiful,

so enchanting and deceiving.

You see what you want to see,

and seeing is believing.

I must be blind.

The mask...

it fits! 

I open my eyes.

The audience is waiting, 

and up the curtain flies.

The show must go on. 

It slips off my face.

I feel so naked, so vulnerable, 

the mask no longer in place

I slip it back on;

The mask is a part of me.

The show is now over,

but here comes the tragedy. 

Identity is lost.

Author's Note

I really hope you guys like this poem. PLEASE REVIEW! It would mean a lot!

Reviews

[Gee]

We all have worn them at some time in our lives.It's only when you become totally comfortable with who you are that the mask can be binned.Nice

[Pragya Vishnoi]

Really good poem.Great thought and beautiful execution.

[Nessie_AJ]

Thank you so much!

[Nessie_AJ]

thank you so much! that means a lot!

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Wow! IT was awesome! Keep it up. You have a great gift!
It touched me a lot.
Keep on writing!

C. Lee Battaglia