Your mask may hide your face. But your disguise
Is pointless if you cannot hide your eyes.
For all the depths of sadness in your soul;
Your joys; your loves; the things that make you whole;
Will show out from those orbs that I can see
Despite your mask, if you can look at me.
I found this among my own poems, which are mostly crap. At first I doubted it was mine. But it has no citation, which I usually note down if I am referencing poetry by real poets. I don’t remember writing it, but that applies to most of the rubbish I have scribbled. Mostly very forgettable indeed. I would like to think this is one of my own, but I doubt myself..UPDATE. It is mine. I found my scribbled draught.