Master of Disguise

Unwilling to show her true self

Ashamed of what they'll say

Guarded by a facade

Which can change day to day

The thought of opening up

Would send chills through the nerves

Not knowing; what to expect

Allowing- but what may seem, undeserved

Ideas of heartache causes her to run

Which opens the wounds already sewn

Clouded judgement clogs the brain

Rejecting the pleasures in life to gain

Realizing she's ready for this masquerade ball to retire

Heading on a new path where masks are not required

Now it's time for the clock to strike twelve

Removing all masks that have otherwise dwelled