[Keisari]: 36.Poetry.Theater

Theater

Can you see the masks littering the empty workshop floors?
All of them perfect in every single way,
But none of them worth it – none of them match,
The deeply flawed face that tries to smile and laugh in the mirror,
Hidden from the outside world, and those that sneer at that ugly and unwanted face.

Can you see the tears that sweep and streak those eyes?
Those deep and tragic eyes, that could betray every emotion,
People always deny it – “I will never leave you. I care too much”
Even you, but it’s all a little white lie,
All in the name of kindness and pity,
They always leave in the end, finding someone better and prettier to befriend,
A doormat for society – those eyes have seen too much sorrow already.

Can you see that at last the mask is finished?
So flawed and unattractive, to match that deeply flawed face,
But look at that smile – a smile to light up a hundred faces,
Dishing out love so freely, but getting none in return,
Drained.
A mere shell.
A whore for wanting society.