Why does she wear a mask
To hide her perfect face
Made of jewels and gold
Lined with patterned lace
Though it sparkles, shines and shimmers
Blinding when it hits the sun
It looks heavy and uncomfortable
Wearing it mustn't be fun
She must be hiding something
Something that scares her
Something that she hates
Something that makes her unsure
What could it be?
A flaw?
A mistake?
Something she saw?
Impossible.
She is beautiful
though I've only seen the mask
Through the cracks I see her
And 'why hide?' I ask
What I've seen is glorious
Natural and lovely
As a butterfly, she has been blessed
By Mother Nature kindly
I've seen many masks
Some like hers, others greater
Mask hide something
That will be released later
Why use a mask
If it will eventually fail?
Is it safe? Is it comforting?
Does it feel like a jail?
Do they wonder
what it's like to be free?
To not worry, to not fear
To finally see?
Or do they not feel
Do they not regret?
Have they accepted their fate?
Accepted their lives as puppet?
For when they put on the masks
They lose their true selves
They lose all free will
They're controlled by demons that hide in masks
