Masquerade

I have a collection,

Of masks that I wear.

Some say “I’m OK,”

Others show that I care.

There’s a smart looking one,

That I wear when I work,

And one that looks angry,

When someone’s a jerk.

A seductress for fun,

And a clown face for play,

And you just never know,

Which I’m wearing today.


I thought this featured image was perfect for the prompt. It’s kind of colorful and fun, but a little eerie—kind of like how I feel about clowns. It’s another one in the collection that was inspired by a Pinterest find, with my own twist on it.

The poem is an exaggeration of how I feel at times, when I start thinking that I’m not being authentic. What I’ve found over time is that much of that has to do with moods. My moods rise and set like the sun and the moon, and change like the seasons, so no one—including myself—is quite sure what the day will bring, or what is coming next.

Anyway, I appreciate the fact that you took a minute to read my poetry, so thank you for that. I hope you found something enjoyable here!


Written for RDP Tuesday: Mask