I wear a mask that everyone sees.
Nobody knows my true face,
so they think the mask is my face.
The mask has a smile and is able to tell jokes.
My face has a frown and is able to tell the truth.
Sometimes I take the mask off when around people,
but they all still see my face as the mask.
The truth is perceived as jokes and the frown is a fake.
It makes me wonder if the mask is actually my true face.
That is the problem with this world.
Sadness is perceived as a joke so people are blind to it.
Happiness is a state that people use to hide their sadness.
In the end, we all know.
We are only masks.