The Masquerade of Miserableness

Before the year 2020 came to pass,

Humans were already donning masks.

Each day we rose with dreamy bliss

Until in the mind's eye we began to remise

And saw, what we thought was the truth.

So decieved were our thoughts when confronted with "proof"

That our sanity took a vicious plunge:

Culmulating in despairing acts beneath the moon and sun.

Needing to upkeep the picture of our dreams

Hiding our real selves was considered the key.

Extensive alterations to speech and beliefs were made

Pushing ourselves to the limits every single day,

Working that body, following the trend

Or simply hiding the cesspool building within

Releasing it through the approved methods

Art, music, drugs, alcohol, suicide, and therapy sessions.

We were already wearing masks over our faces

Long before Covid came and infected the world nations.

Now, a years later, in 2021,

We're being told that masking could be done.

Is it possible though, to let our masks go?

To say we're done and move on from the freakshow

That humans are when striving to conceal ourselves

In things that fade and expire on crooked, dusty shelves?

Will humans be able to take the step away from masks

And if we do, will our strength and courage last?

Or are we content with life in isolation

And living behind our masks like we have done so for ages.