Masquerade

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Masquerade, paper faces on parade

Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you

Masquerade, every face, a different shade

Masquerade, look around, there's another mask behind you

Not that we walk about in such visual pomp but I wonder if we probably all wear some sort of masks, knowingly or unknowingly.

Maybe they are colourful with display and words to hide the pain and past underneath?

Maybe they are thicker than we think or thinner than we hope?

Maybe they are pasted with Anger and Withdrawal, Harmful Behaviours, Curt or Courteous Replies?

Violet, blue, truth is false, who is who?

Curl of lip, swirl of gown

Ace of hearts, face of clown

Faces, drink it in, drink it up

'Till you drown in the light, in the sound

But who can name the face?

Who is behind the mask?

[Words in italics from ‘Phantom of the Opera’]