A mask is something we all wear
to hide the frightened child inside.
We fear one day the mask will tear,
and take away our place to hide.
"What then, " a childish voice will say,
from deep inside the adult frame.
The mask hides pain of dues to pay,
so useful when concealing shame.
There's greed and pity, yes and love,
Grief felt for friends that die, despair,
some thoughts we felt unworthy of,
a mask is something we all wear.
July 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great psychological write. The mechanism of human mind is revealed so vividly. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks