Masquerade

Masquerade

From Talking to the Wild 

by Becky Hemsley

She buttoned up her jacket

And she headed to the ball

And hoped her masquerade

Would be enough to fool them all

But as she reached the party,

She found herself alone

For the masks had stopped her seeing

Who she did and did not know

Then amidst a trumpet fanfare

A VIP arrived

She’d heard about this special guest

The Master of Disguise

His outfit was astounding

And he moved with sleight of hand,

And he spoke in lots of riddles

That no one could understand

He had an air of mystery

That everybody craved

But when they got too close to him

He moved himself away

And as they tried to follow him

She came to realise,

That they’d never see beyond his mask,

His trickery and lies

And she knew it was the same for her

And everybody there

So she took the mask from off her face

And left it on a chair

And as she did, she noticed

That some others did it too

And she smiled at all the faces

That belonged to those she knew

And now no longer limited

By mystery and masks

They danced upon the tables,

They shared stories and they laughed

And we all do the same

We try disguising what’s within

We hide behind a role we’ve built

In hopes we’ll fit right in

And then we work the whole time -

We undo and readjust

We take off our disguises

For the people that we trust

See, we join the masquerade

But then stand wishing all the time

To be recognised for who we are

Behind our masked disguise

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Masquerade is from What the Wild Replied