MASQUERADE
BY ANNA STRATE
Here in the dark, I see them there.
They move in the shadows, I must beware.
Is it my imagination, has insanity come.
Are they truly real? My mind is numb.
My heart is tortured. Do they feel the same?
How can I ask them, is it just a game?
Will they allow me to see, if I make myself known?
Do I dare tell them? Their Masquerade is blown.
Copyright 1999