I dance alone behind my mask,
Alone with my pain and suffering.
Dancing in the crowded hall of strangers,
An outcast among the dancers,
In my masque of troubles mounting.
My eyes-the light to my soul-
Lie veiled by the shadows others cast
Upon my tarnished figure;
They see the painless bliss of the ignorant,
While my torment mocks me-
Dancing before my eyes in a mask all its own,
Delighting in my silent torment.
The anguish my despairing heart feels
Is but a taste of my future sores.
When the inevitable unveiling of the masque
Causes the dancers to shirk
From the pain and torment I enclose
Behind my grinning mask.
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