Masquerade

Life is a masquerade

Everyone is masked in some way or another
My mask is sometimes full-faced and hooded
It is so easy to hide behind; it is my comfort and safety
But safe as I am, it leaves me alone and hidden from the world
Sometimes I wear a rose tinted monocle as my mask
It hides little and is more inviting for strangers to approach
But it always leads me to put on my hooded mask in the end
In a crowd of strange masks, no matter what mask I wear, you find me
You know my eyes and see through the façade,
You see through the bull-crap and love me for who I am.
I just want to jump into your arms every time you find me in the crowd
I know my name is safe on your lips
and I want you to be the one that holds my name forever
I feel the want to be mask-free with you
I want you to remove every mask I wear,
and toss it into the crowd as you kiss my lips
But you leave me masked,
and even give me others to replace the ones I try to take off
You will always find me out of the crowd of masked people
My name will always be safe coming from your mouth
You will always love me for who I am
or should I say, for who I am to you-
which will always be your masked friend