I am a Mask-maker,

As rich as can be,

For everyone has a Mask,

That they bought from me.

One for school,

And one for your friends,

On and on,

For the list never ends.

They each take a Mask,

And slip it over their face.

They cover their souls,

As if they're a disgrace.

One for school,

And one for your friends,

On and on,

For the list never ends.

Cover the truth!

Hide the real me!

With these Masks of lies,

No one shall see.

One for school,

And one for your friends,

On and on,

For the list never ends.

Oh, I'm a Mask-maker,

As rich as can be,

For everyone has a Mask,

That they bought from me!

*Ahhh! One of my oldest poems. This actually got first cover of a magazine (Silver Lining) though, so yay!*