Masked

You only see what I wish you too,

All tears behind still, forced smiles.

A gentle caress on this plastic rimmed face,

For only paint keeps my cover alive.

I changed my face again and again.

Hiding became my new life.

Never revealed to the satin lake,

Where the moonlight danced all night.

Thick, white locks that fall from my head,

Lock on eyes of the lonely man.

Dancing with the devil in the garden grove,

Makes my faces alight before hand.

There is a wall between me and you,

You being everyone.

The faces from behind this rocked up barrier,

Show's nothing readable to a man.

I can never feel naked in this world,

The faces are too many to unclothe.

Masks of painted red blossoms,

Bloom around the shattered grove.

Now I know that they don't care about,

What hides behind these masks.

I'm yet to find that one true ghost,

Who would rather hold my hand.

Let the masks fall one thousand at a time.

Let these ghosts see my face.

Simple unturned, reformed thorns,

A one of a kind masquerade.