Masquerade

Two telling eyes are all which dare to speak,
For lips often offer the truths others seek-
Life is simple when you are but a face
Behind a shielding mask of ivory lace;
The true identity is in the detail
Woven with secrets, pains, and fails.
You've hidden yourself behind this veil,
Each word you breathe another tale;
You made up a name and story pretend,
Believing your lies again and again.
You dance in your heels, gliding with the song,
Telling yourself that this is not wrong;
You've cloaked yourself in ballroom clothes,
Determined to not let your personality show
Lest it shine brighter or dimmer than that of another-
As you know it will for you are unlike any other.
You deem what you do a masquerade,
A game that everyone else seems to play;
You find no harm or need to ask why,
Not realizing that many are just as shy.
What is the purpose of a masked disguise
When you do not know what is a lie
And what is honest, good, and true,
For what if everyone else pretends like you?
If each line was rehearsed or every laugh forced
Would you hurt in your heart and feel remorse?
Would you grow to hate the game you play
Or write down more fabled facts for another day?
You could never learn, mature, or grow,
Nor yourself doubtlessly know
If every day was lived like a masquerade-
Rather, the sacredness in self would slowly fade.