“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,
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.
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