This poem describes the masquerade of life, where individuals wear masks to conceal emotions and fractures within. It suggests a call to break free from the charade, emphasizing that life is too short to hide and pretend.
A Game Of Charades
We gather around in a masquerade,
Faces adorned, emotions tucked away.
Playing our roles, acting our parts,
Hiding the fractures within our hearts.
For in this game, the rules are clear,
Reveal nothing, never shed a tear.
Behind closed doors, when no one sees,
We crumble, we break, we fall to our knees.
But when the curtains rise, we put on a show,
So flawless, a facade we bestow.
The applause echoes, the crowd believes,
The charade succeeds, but our hearts still grieve.
For in this game, we lost
We lost ourselves, trapped behind masks.