Alone,
The darkness overthrows the light.
The words float in the air.
They disguise the feeling of worthless.
Together,
A mask is built.
A little bit of happiness,
A pinch of excitement,
And a teaspoon of hope,
That’s all it takes to fool the world.
Worthless, selfish, nothing;
They float like never-ending smoke,
Spouting from the cruel chasms of the mind.
A masked ball of sorts,
Thousands and thousands of masks.
They walk among us,
Hiding an identity
Few will ever know.
