Mask - Poem by Samuel Smith
Hello my unseen joy,
tell me What have you learned from life?
Is it a thing we can use as a toy,
or is it a place were people hide behind a hidden knife?
Have you experienced the meaning of your name?
or have you nothing to show but shame?
Would you rather lie than tell the truth? Or would you die than share your fruit?
You show me your cheerful smile,
and it only shows denial.
I can see that in your empty eyes,
your soul tells me no lies.
Why do you want to fool me?
Can't you see that it is not you but we?
For the damage we take is not real, yet it isn't fake.
If I were to come forth and ask,
would you come and remove your mask? Would you lower those walls that stand so tall,
if I were to open the door into the red hall?
I kneel and pray you hear my advice,
so that you can learn that in this world you are no mice.
I plead you accompany me on this trip,
to this world and hope we don't trip.
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