The Art of Wearing a Mask

~probably won't make sense but to me it does.

The Art of Wearing a Mask

 

 

With every thing there comes an art of doing it…

Drama, music, singing each of these has an art to it.

Whether or not it’s the beauty or the hard work of the art…

 

And yet each of us is guilty of some form of art…

We each find it beautiful in our own way…

Here one discovers the art of wearing a mask.

 

A painted face that hides so many different things…

Haunting eyes, cool ivory cheeks, red thickened lips…

A master of the mask is indeed the master of deceit.

 

The boundary line between pain and happiness can be lost…

Truth and lies intermingle into twisted dances…

The mask covers the vulnerability of some ones lost heart.  

 

 

Don't look at the needles in their wrist or the slit on their throat….

Look at the smiling mask we all hide behind the painted pained….

Happiness never seems to be willing to come.

 

The art of wearing a mask is carefully thought of…

Never can people figure out how the wearer changes so quickly…

The face of the mask changes when the barrier has been spotted.

 

And all over again nobody sees the mask of a gloated clown…

The person that can smile even with tears…

You said that this would be the very last time.

 

Do we hide from the scars of the past…

Or the possible pain of the future to come…

What ends the cycle of a mask...?

 

Or is someone to forever wear…

A perfectly painted face…

And never have to share the pain of a scar?

Author's Note

well there ya go!