We live in a swirl of Masks. <br />In the Daylight Masks shine and dance about <br />showing off white-teeth grins <br />and playfully joking expressions <br />Never letting you wonder, <br />wonder if there's even a hint of sorrow. <br /> <br />But, Day burns down to night <br />and scorches the flawless fronts. <br />Moonlight now shines <br />and, like a truth mirror, <br />exposes the Masks for <br />what they really are. <br /> <br />Now, all that's left <br />are damaged, desperate people <br />aching for Daylight.<br /><br />Daisy Lyne Thakerby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masks-33/
