The mask
Behind happiness
Behind laughter
There’s sadness that people can’t see or feel
You’re wearing a mask
Mask made not plaster or pain
But a mask fashioned
Out of superficial deceit
Where there is a smile
There should be a frown
Why
Jon Marco M. Ibe
seattle wa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has a mask, a facade of their own. When the mask slips, they get hurt. I wonder what it'd be like if everyone were to show their true, deep-down emotions. Thanks for sharing.