When the lights fade,
and the people have gone,
what part of you remains?
You step back
through the door
and begin to drop the chains.
Waving goodbye,
you hang up your masks.
One facade, then the others.
The weight of the world
gone for the night.
You're no longer being smothered.
First comes the one you wear to work.
The smile filled with lies.
Second comes the family face.
The one that screams "I'm fine."
Third you have the mask for friends.
Perfection through and through.
With all those masks hung at the door
there's nothing left to do.
You look up to the mirror and
reflected back you see.
The person staring back at you
is the person
you were always meant to be...