Because we live in a masked society,
it’s ever so acceptable to leave no footprints anywhere we go
or honest words to anyone we meet.

Every masquerade party is a reassurance that indeed,
we are the best versions there could ever be.

But boy have I gone weary…

What’s the point of all these beauty
if I can’t live it to tell my story?

I’d rather leave with endless worry than stay,
watch myself survive yet another day.