Radiant faces? Façades for emotional anxiety

Sparkling eyes? Masquardes for the gloomy

These masks!

Flashy smiles concealing their pitiful quivers

Hearty laughter obscuring shrieks for mercy

It’s all a mask

A model walking the runway? Skin accompanying bones

He coughes but the sound the reaches me is of rattling ribs

It’s all a mask

A person jogging? Just one trying shake off stench from a dungeon

A couple moving hand in hand? An iron grip making claim

It’s a mask

Laughter? Just another scene of those who learn to embrace it

Hugs? Ha! A pleasant sight if not for its likeness to a constricting serpent

It’s all a mask

Stunning outfits bandaging raw scars; self inflicted? Or just scars

Breath taking scents? Just veils; veils on reek souls in transit

These masks!