Masks hide the real person beneath.
Making sure no one knows their faces,
Who they really are.
Every day we see them on the streets,
On the people we know best.
They wear masks even though
It's their face you see everyday.
They hide their feelings,
They hide who they really are.
So no one can see the dirty secret beneath.
Everyone has a mask
Its removing them for someone to see
That is the hardest thing to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem