Boredom

Lately, I seem to have a sort of fascination with masks. I want to share with you two poems I have written.

Mask
All around are people in masks
Too afraid to let their true selves show
Too afraid to let go of who they are
And embrace the person they want to be
They use lies and deceit to weave a web
Of falsehood, a web used to draw in others
Just like them, afraid to sever those ties
And finally be free of the person they have grown to despise

Hidden
Like a mask
My smile hides
the despair that
grips my heart
Like a well planted decoy
it draws away from
the lack of joy in my eyes
Proclaiming falsely
I am happy
A wonderful mask it is
My heart is well-hidden
From those capable
of destroying it in an instant
I must protect it
the only way I know how
By shielding it with a mask

Let me know what you think :)

Dee