The world, so peaceful, the earth, astounding.
Earth is nice, but many things go untold.
Yes, something's not right, something is missing.
All the kindness that was once in this world.
This dress flows so gracefully, but you can't.
It's not right, you can't disturb the order.
Stepping outside is forbidden, you shan't.
You have to know your boundaries, your border.
Walking around saying words you don't know.
What does it mean? But no one will answer.
Everyone does this, right? It's all for show.
They are the judge and you are the dancer.
Maybe they'll accept it, so try and ask.
But not when you're hiding behind a mask.
YOU ARE READING
Behind the Mask
PoetryA Shakespearean style sonnet that was made for my literature class. Little did they know, but it was about them.
