You wear a mask upon your face 

So people wont know of your sin and disgrace 

Or of the things that you have said and done 

And of the life you have ended and then again begun. 

You cover up your lines and all of your tears 

So no one can see the worries and your fears 

Or of the anger and the hate that’s on your face 

So upon your face a mask you did paste. 

But I wonder if anyone really does know

The color of your cheeks or the shape of your nose

Or the saddened bags underneath your eyes

From the guilt you felt from the tears of your lies.

And  when you meet people I wonder do they stare

Maybe they think to themselves, who is really behind there

But then you don’t care what people might say or ask

As you can conceal it all when you wear your mask.

And so that mask you will wear till your dying days

As it will become you in so many very different ways

But one day in death your mask it will then be removed 

Then man and all will stand in sadness as they see the real you.

Randy L. McClave