Masquerade Poem by Jessica Kissner

My face is a mask that I hide behind,
The glass-like eyes that are kind,
The rose-like lips that are sweet,
But under it,
The glass-like eyes are wet and dripping,
The rose-like lips are cut and bleeding.
A qasping pain around my chest
Around my heart is a snake-like rope
But the mask hides it all
My inner soul left hidden.
People will not see,
That my weaknesses are many,
Everyone walks in a Masquerade Ball,
But some hide more then others.