At The Masquerade, No One Is What They Seem

i see you there
so careful
lest the fragile
paper mache
mask you've made
be jostled out of place

i would like to see
it shattered
in pieces on the floor

the deus ex machina
within
released

a true self revealed
would your face shine too brightly
or would we hide our faces
from the stare
of blank soulless
eyes