Deep in the solace of
this chamber I am kept
to myself.
By myself. Where breathing
flows calmly.
Imaginations roam wildly.
I long to stay here
in the shadows of my life.

I cannot.

I keep my mask at the door.
Each time i exit
examining its quality. slight
touchups... and there.
Perfect.

Placed upon this face.
Now I am lit up with joy
and humor. A smile now
spread across.

Beneath this creation
the contents don't matter.
They effect no one.
Revealed ... never.
Passionate kisses.
Parties and 'friends.'
Affection and excitement.

This is fine. I don't mind.
I'd rather slip through,
unnoticed...
than create false
attempted concerns.

Only seen by the controler

underneath
 
I am weeping..

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