We wear many masks as we stroll through life
keeping our mask on even with strife.
We learn as a child how to decieve
to be what other wants so we try to please.
We put on our mask in our play with others
We modeled ourselves after our mothers.
We wear our mask when we are hurt
Our tears in our heart... they deeply lurk
We smile when we hurt, try not to cry
but oh Lord we hurt enough to die.
We remove our mask with only our child
We know we are safe , there are no guile.
The mask we wear are here to stay
They cant be removed ..we are their slave.
Remember to smile when you want to scream
Dont let on that alls not as seem.
Who are we.. we that wears these mask
How would we answer if anyone asks.?
