Mask

A poem about betrayal.

MASK

 

You were a mask,

I don't know why I need to ask

why you're not here anymore.

 

The fool in love

is always the last

to know.

 

Everything was

smelling like roses

to me.

 

How was I to know

they were all your

fake poses fooling me?

 

You thought it was

pretty cool making

a fool of me!

 

At least I can escape you,

that's not so easy for

you to do.

 

Everywhere you go,

there you are,

wearing your mask

again.

 

It's hard to be true

to your own self,

much less show

your true self

to me.

 

I knocked your

mask off once

and all I saw

was a ball

of nothing

underneath.

 

Always knew you

were a ball to be

around.

 

Author's Note

This is a rant about the betrayal of someone who was extremely close to me. Not showing his true self to me, until the very end. He's probably still wearing his mask.

Reviews

[SR Urie]

Hi Marie,
Very well written poem about deciept and desertion. People don't always live up to romantic expectations, my dear; especially men. The phraze 'all men are pigs' was coined for a reason, unfortunately (oink oink). Time heals all wounds, and in the future you may remember that people don't always have your best interest in mind. It's not that every guy is out to hurt you, but nobody is perfect kiddo; nobody.
Excellent poem; keep it up! BZ

[♥(heatherawesome..]

love the poem and it is awesome and keeeeeeeeeeep it uppppppp

[tynamite]

I like how you portray your confusion and conflict due to a person not showing their true self. You put your slant on it.

[dangerbooze]

Very simple and to the point. I understand betrayal very well. You get your feelings across pretty bluntly.