The Silent Observer

Radiant faces? Façades for emotional anxiety
Sparkling eyes? Masquardes for the gloomy

These masks!

Flashy smiles concealing their pitiful quivers
Hearty laughter obscuring shrieks for mercy

It’s all a mask

A model walking the runway? Skin accompanying bones
He coughes but the sound the reaches me is of rattling ribs

It’s all a mask

A person jogging? Just one trying shake off stench from a dungeon
A couple moving hand in hand? An iron grip making claim

It’s a mask

Laughter? Just another scene of those who learn to embrace it.
Hugs? Ha! A pleasant sight if not for its likeness to a constricting serpent

It’s all a mask

Stunning outfits bandaging raw scars; self inflicted? Or just scars
All these breath taking scents veiling auras of reek souls on transit

These masks!

The End

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