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
