A Lady in Disguise
Mask or Face?
The lady in disguise swallowed a difficult task,
Stacks of hitches kept her inside the cask.
Drowning, as she pleases the society.
A Full-length character that triggers her anxiety.
People think they know her whole so well,
But the lady was different from the inside shell.
She made everyone deluded and come to believe.
That lady beneath the mask wasn’t whom she seemed.
In the front of a mirror, she catches her reflection
Of a lady who pretends nothing less than perfection.
Hiding the true self that displays happiness,
But insists on wearing the trickery mask of darkness.
Yet afterward, all of it was an illusion;
And with a mind abounding in corruption.
She swiftly ripped the treachery outlook,
Deserting and forging a new path for her textbook.
She eventually recognized a piece of herself,
A fragment destined to found on the shelf.
Glimmering as the missing piece is visible to embrace,
Now the lady had finally seen her face.
In reality, we’ve all been lingering in our masks for a long time. Some of us are aristocrats at putting on a different mask that covers our entire face, obfuscating our identity, and choosing to let it down only when we’re alone or around one of a surprisingly small number of people who have earned our trust. Wearing a camouflage that burying us deep within ourselves to surpass sets of human standards in latter-day society. So we don’t even know what we look like anymore, on the inside. I intent by doing this composition, perhaps it may influence others to recognize their real character and not afraid to find a light in expressing who they really are without hesitation. Now, let me ask you this, Are you wearing your face right now? Or is it your mask?
Spread this kind of information, who knows? Maybe you're the light who can help someone in need.
