Masque

I laugh and sing and smile.
Yet I feel left out on an isle.
Hopeless and scared, alone again,
full of misery, doubt and pain.

I cover my face with a mask,
so that no one would ask.
“Why are you so sad?”
Because I will get mad!

Yet life is just another masque,
Where everyone wears a mask,
And has a secret task.
Is this so hard to grasp?

I laugh and sing and smile.
Yet I have never felt so vile.
So harmless, and yet hostile.
I cant continue if this goes on I’ll….


P.S. The masque continues and I pass the trial
Yet I am not the man that began this mile.