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Saturday, 28 June 2014


Life can sometimes be little more than a masquerade
Where we parade in our elaborate intricate masks
Some so refined and adorned with such dazzling splendour 
Dripping in jewels or crowned with such lavish finesse
Others with great artistry, paint themselves with radiant hues
A few even pump their faces with toxins for aesthetic, desired effect
Some wear veils or scarves to conceal and reveal little to none
Others orchestrate all-encompassing conjured smiles 
A few have even disconnected their eyes from their souls
In our defence, it's because we wish to protect
But who...ourselves or the ones who perceive us?
I wonder, also, who we are trying to deceive?
The onlookers or indeed ourselves?

© Debbie Razey 2014