The Masquerade Of Life

With calloused hands, gloved in torn fate,
Lips sealed shut, painted in silence’s weight,

Eyes turned to stone beneath shattered dreams,
A soul weathered thin, a heart stripped clean.

Draped in the ruins of this body’s shell,
I wear a smile too wide to tell.

A mask stretched tight to hide the ache,
A fragile disguise I’m forced to take.

Now fully dressed in this costume called life,
I, the clown, step into the light.

To mock myself for the crowd’s demand,
To bleed in laughter at their command.

Another dawn, another role,
Another performance to swallow whole.

Another tomorrow, another disguise,
A clown in the ruins the world calls “life.”