Masquerade

Each time I smile I know that I lie. With my insides screaming, I drown in the tears I won't cry. Lost in my black thoughts, I feel you look at me. I force my face to brighten So that you cannot see The sadness and pain I keep smothered inside. I want to let go, But I cannot confide In you; you're too happy, You don't know my mind. I am so lonely, It's best that you're blind. Then I think, maybe, I don't know the real you. Is your face a mask? Am I blind too? So then, am I really Alone behind my barrier wall, Or is this life actually A nightmare of a masquerade ball? Written October 5th, 1999 © on Oct 14 2001 09:30 AM PST, Heather Larsen   0 • 9