“Masquerade Life”
By Sarah

My life a masquerade party
Always wearing a mask
In realty I’m wearing several
My makeup is the first one
I don’t have natural beauty
And I can’t embrace something I don’t have
If someone stares into my eyes long enough
They might see the second layer
I’m broken to pieces on the inside
But the surface is sewn together
It’s hard to see the last mask
But it’s not impossible
This one tells the story of my heart break
Even then I only tell a memory
The mask is to cover up the pain
People overlook the fact that
I don’t tell the story of what I felt
But of what I still feel
And the memory that creates a heart ach
As you can see my life
Is full of masks that I wear
In my masquerade life

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