Today marks the start
Of another great play
Actors prance around
Wearing masks of clay

Do they need to smile
Or do they need to cry
No matter the emotion
This mask helps them to lie

But sometimes they wonder
How it would be
If they could cast away their mask
And be truly ‘me'

But the audience desires not they
But who they have become
So they can't, they mustn't, they shouldn't
Clad in masks they become numb

Day in day out their masks they don
All so their perfect show can go on