Yes, everyday a mask is worn,
A costume to go with.
A smiling face is painted on
To make myself a myth.
No tears will ever streak my mask,
No sadness leaves a stain.
No anger, hate, or loneliness;
Just happy things remain.
Though mournful meets monotony,
The masks don’t show this truth,
For underneath the surface hides
A boy who’s lost his youth.
I yearn for real relationships
Of love and trust and care,
But none of that I’ve ever known,
So masks remain still there.
I hope to meet someone someday
Who wears a mask like me.
We’ll recognize what’s underneath:
a hope, a love, a plea.
Together we will learn to love,
and masks will chip away.
We’ll learn to love ourselves and then
No mask, just us. Someday.