Prose: Masks

Empathy poetry

The facade is a mask we bestow as the curtain rises. The play is our life and we choose the role that is most appealing to the crowd. No matter the applause, we all take the mask off at the end of the show. Bravo you have played yourself a fool. Do not live your life as a masquerade.

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