Life and Mask


Life is like a game,

We wear masks to portray ideals to pursue wealth and fame.

To survive, to thrive, to make our way,

We put on a façade, and hide what we don't want to say.


But what happens when the game we play,

Becomes a trap, and we don't see the way?

In this labyrinth of life, unable to tell left from right, 

Wandering slowly away from light.


While pursuing warmth from light,

We adorned ourselves with nature's embrace, twining vines around our limbs and wrapped in their delicate grace. 

Slowly losing ourselves in this role we portray, 

A life of pretense, and a soul that's astray.

  • Author: Naubbit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2023 01:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Everyday when we wake up, we put on a mask that is suitable for society. Slowly, we turn the mask that we put on into reality unable to differentiate whether this is the real you or the one behind a mask. Day by day, we start losing ourselves from light, start to isolate ourselves from others thinking we will be find no matter how and this situation of ours would be the best for us.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Doggerel Dave

    For me, I believe I dispensed with the mask many years ago...which doesn't attempt to undermine the validity of your argument (well articulated in poetic form, BTW).

    Second pin (despite what MPS likes to tell you)? Well then, I hope you enjoy your stay here. It is an interactive site and works best when poets here read and comment on other's work and respond to commentary on their own.

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