its all a masquerade

ill tell you a secret:

i wear a mask. everyday i wear it. i never take it off. no one really know what goes on behind that mask. no one knows the real me. my mask it brightly coloured and shiny, its painted with a big smile; all lipstick and teeth. if i took off my mask my macabre face would be exposed. my true identity. a face painted with tears, tormented by the past, the present and the fear of the future.