Masquerades

To you I hold a different mask Masquerading what I am Telling nothing but that I'll let you know Hiding what I can. To me, you hold a different mask Masquerading what you are Hiding from me whatever you can conceal Telling the world nothing by far. To someone else, I hold a mask different From the one I hold to you Restricting what they know about me Telling not what I told you. We show ourselves to people But different selves they are To one person you may be shy and meek The next, your a burning star. No one ever acts themselves The real inner person pure Why are we always masquerading? Why can't we be who we are? Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 06:59 PM PST   0 • 10