The Mask

Wearing a mask, white face with drawn on tears,
She dances to music that no one else hears.

Her grotesque smile is smeared in red,
Corners turned down where the paint has bled.

She creates an illusion to deceive the crowd,
Because the showing of herself is not allowed.

Do not judge because you know her not,
How her heart was bruised and left to rot.

Now the show is over and the fools are gone,
She removes the mask and all is shown.

The mirror reveals her beauty and grace,
By the gentle smile spreading across her face.

She was forced to wear the mask to protect,
Her soul, her heart, and her self respect.

She will keep the mask close at hand,
For tomorrow she will don it once again.

But someday soon she hopes to reveal,
Who's beneath the mask and how she really feels.