We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

This poem is about the social face that we wear each day when we socialise with each other in the public. We all wear the mask to get along with other people in the society for courtesy or protection. However, our private soul is torn and tortured inside crying out aloud. And, we have a long way to go ahead of us.

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