Masquerade by Avrel F.
when I first met you I did not expect
every day to be a masquerade
never knowing what is beyond the
imposter smiles and emotional fraud
your poker face has been perfected
guaranteeing you a win in card games
but also a loss in friendships
at least you have kings, queens, and aces
one may try to discover who you are
how you cope with failure or show joy
one may even construct a persona
that looks like you, but has no true resemblance
every person thinks they’re special
believing that you will let your walls down
sometimes it seems as if it will happen
that the days of disappointment were worth it
anticipation for the big reveal collects like dust
just to find out that underneath the mask
there is another