Hidden Masks

A clown paints a tear on his cheek

The phantom can cry.

A boy places a mask on his face

His visage lies.

And a smile is but a cloud

Caught in the darkness and rain.

His emerald eyes are blank

But inside of him lies pain.

Masks are but artifices –

Objects of deception and disguises.

Look within his soul

And one can see many surprises.

Although his soul may seem dead

To the untrained eye;

If someone with a heart approaches,

Off falls his disguise.

A curtain of brown hair hides his tears,

Yet another mask of lies.

Digging through the rock of his heart,

What you find will be genuine.

Don't judge him by a glance

Of aloof disdain for his silence –

For tranquility matters

During times of violence.

~ Rinoa_Destiny