The Mask

You wear a mask upon your face So people wont know of your sin and disgrace Or of the things that you have said and done And of the life you have ended and then again begun. You cover up your lines and all of your tears So no one can see the worries and your fears Or of the anger and the hate that's on your face So upon your face a mask you did paste. But I wonder if anyone really does know The color of your cheeks or the shape of your nose Or the saddened bags underneath your eyes From the guilt you felt from the tears of your lies. And when you meet people I wonder do they stare Maybe they think to themselves, who is really behind there But then you don't care what people might say or ask As you can conceal all, when you wear your mask. And so that mask you will wear till your dying days As it will become you in so many very different ways But one day in death your mask it will then be removed Then man and all will stand in sadness, as they see the real you. Randy L. McClave