MasqueradeThis is a mask I wear.More Like This
It's feathered and sequined
It's black as the night with red beads
And it was crafted by hand.
This mask used to be painfully ugly.
It didn't fit, it hurt to wear
It fell apart on a regular basis
And it was thin, made of paper.
Now it has boning
Made of fabric, gorgeous silk
It fits like a glove, I know how to wear it
And it changes me entirely.
I used to be nothing in this mask
But now I'm the belle of the ball
Dancing with dukes
And flirting with and teasing princes.
My face is all blotchy
Tears run down my cheeks
And red eyes and broken sobs
Are muffled, hidden under black velvet perfection.