They do not knock
For they know I have nothing
To give
I wish I could once again
Take refuge behind such fronts
I light a firework
And it speeds off
Into space
Freedom unlimited
I was that bright once
But now slowly fading
And dropping
Back into cold reality
The costumes are bright
Coloured
I wish I could see through
These curtains of appearance
But it is probably too late.
For I.
The ringing bell
Again, they try
Without knowing
To convince me
That I can please
But I wish to turn
Out the glimmer of hope
And watch myself in the darkened room
No need for a mask
To be terrified.
I open the door anyway
One last chance
And I am greeted
By someone
Whom I think
I want to know
Just maybe
Behind the mask.
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