THE MASK
The mask we wear for others,
The face we choose to show.
Hides the person held behind,
Protects the sacred soul.
The smile thats worn is often,
Not really what it seems.
Shields the face of shattered heart,
Scarred by broken dreams.
And yet, the mask thats chosen,
The face we choose to show.
Reflects the person held behind,
The essence of that soul.
So as we meet these faces,
One question we must ask.
Is this the person that we see?
Or just the chosen mask?
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