It’s quite amazing
How people go on believing the facade.
The mask put on.
You just accept it
Hoping they will accept yours too.
Masks painted and intricate
With lines that curl and intertwine into each other.
Telling a story, but not the real one,
Not the full one.
Not the one that is you.
A story more acceptable to the world,
Easier to swallow.
Less humiliating, more intriguing.
Less struggle, more fun.
Taking in the beauty of the masks
Not ready for the truth.
Not realizing that if you only turned your face toward the eyes
Instead of focusing on the paint
You would know what real beauty is.
You would know the truth.
You would know the pain.
If you really wanted to see
You would know the story living on their lips
Waiting to be told
Without ever having to speak.
I see, you.