poetry, writing

Welcome to the Masquerade

Frozen smiles plastered on lips,

Masks and Sunglasses blocking bloodshot eyes.

Messed hair tucked up into wigs and hats.

Let the Masquerade begin.

Frivolity, spinning, around and around.

Lovely clothes hang from corpse-like bodies.

Make-up cakes their ashen skin.

Let the Masquerade begin.

Hiding behind their masks, never letting it be seen.

Their exhaustion, their age, their wanting to leave.

They push through wondering when.

Will this Masquerade ever end?

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