Life is a masked ball,
a disguise for cheats.
Costumes always fall,
exposing concrete.
Some will want no end
to their masquerade,
comforts play pretend,
truth makes them afraid.
I too was a clown,
living in a lie,
till I heard the sounds,
of my heartbeats cry.
I made my life real
facing all I knew,
I then learned to feel
clearing all my views.
Push all masks aside
unveil a new life,
the soul will then guide,
shielding inner strife.
Laughs will sound sincere,
all smiles become pure,
joys also appear,
once pretend is cured.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy