Masquerade.

“Have you seen my real face?” I ask,
“You’re an open book!” they say.
I smirk as they look away.
For what the world thinks of me hardly matters;
They don’t know me, they never will.
Mask on, face the world, mask off,
Repeat.
But I wasn’t so guarded, no!
I was once very transparent.
The “open book” they think I am now.
Took a few knives in the back,
Shed a few tears in the dark,
Woke up, put on a mask.
And now I ask you:
Have you seen my real face?
Not everyone can say they have.
That girl you think you know…
How can you tell that’s who I am?
I could be your worst nightmare,
Or your best friend.
Ha! But you can’t ever tell…
Because you’ll never see the real me.
I made sure of that years ago
Back in a time when I learnt that
Everyone wears masks.
The whole world is just a huge masquerade ball.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.


Hey guys! I hope you liked my poem. I don’t really write a lot of it, and when I do, it’s always something personal. So leave me a comment and let me know what you think. You can also follow my second blog The Shubhster Travels here. I’m big on social media, so you can follow me on my socials, links to which are on my Home page. You can also find them if you scroll further below! I’d love to hear from you.

Yours truly,

The Shubhster.


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