Memoir

“Behind every mask there is a face, and behind that a story” It is a universally agreed fact that babies are the most innocent souls in the world. They cry when hungry or hurt and laugh on seeing people or things they love, no matter who surrounds them. However, as we grow we master the art of hiding our feelings, put on an invisible mask and start living a fake life. No one knows who we really are and at times we often forget our true self. MASQUERADE I was once sad and lonely For I designed a mask to hide behind lies. I hid my life behind the mask Waiting for the one feasibly. One who could see through me And find the snivel, One who could read my eyes And gem the truth. I'm distressed of wearing this mask For I decided to keep it aside. All I heard was "Why are you sad?" Never a "What happened to you?". I grasped the distance of liturgy For I decided to wear it back. I concluded  no one would help me ...