mmmasquerade

We wear our masks like shields; Bulletproof, Protecting us from Who we really are. We can't hide forever. Mass of bodies Flowing, Twisting, At one with the music, and I see him. Across the room he sits, Alone. Wrapped up in his own enigma, Waiting- For that person, One who will see beyond the mask. Who will comprehend without judgement, One who will care enough To try. To see what he wants so much to hide; What lies beneath Ever-growing cracks, Threatening to shatter his precious disguise. But what if that person For whom he waits Is there, watching. And waiting. And the longer she waits, The further she falls. Wat