There is a gilded mask worn only over saddened eyes
A mask with one sole purpose: its owner to disguise
Gold and shaped to appear like wings outstretched in flight
To hide the face of a person deep within a darkened night
Feathers splayed out from a shadowed and hollow expression
Hidden deep within, a soul left with only one possession
A heart that may refuse to beat for a moment longer than it must
A mind so bruised it can no longer see why it ever desired to trust
They don the gilded mask in quiet moments of despair
A mask meant only to conceal the anguish that is truly there
But it is not solely anguish that the gilded mask can eclipse
It ensconces offense and hate, and angry words behind tight lips
Veiled fury and cold hearts too can the gold mask stifle
But the mask when worn too long becomes but a simple trifle
A thinning shroud no longer able to conceal the corpse beneath
'Til it is shown, a rictus grin, bare bones and rotting teeth
Emotions in full view of the world, greeted by disgust and fear
Though safety and love is all they desire, they cannot find it here
Skeletons run from the closet to the crypt where none shall ever expose
Everything they attempted to bury, their fears and griefs and woes
There is a flimsy gilded mask worn over saddened eyes
A mask with one sole purpose: its owner to disguise
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