My emotions are masked with a simple smile.

I would laugh and I would cheer but that would be a mile

From my true emotion underneath.

My scarf would flap in the winds of the earth.

I could watch a sunset and some could say I was peaceful.

But I could be mad underneath that mysterious mask,

And people would question and ask why I wore that mask.

I could say I was shy,

But that would be a lie.

I could be sadistic or a phsycopath

Or just some mysterious guy.

My gloves hide my hands and my mask hides my face,

I could be a murderer but no one would have the facts

To prove it anyways.

This very mask can hide my emotions from the naked eye.

I could be happy, and I could be sad.

Or I could even be mad.

But this mask,

This very mask,

Would hide my true identity

Of a person only someone could know.

And that only someone would be me.