The Stage of Lies

In the light of tragedy,

There lies a theatre,

Where the masks emerge,

And never come off.

The actors dance to the music,

Perfecting each move

And singing flawlessly.

The lights blind them

From their woes.

Their white lies

Comfort them,

Telling them secrets

That no one has.

But thus, they laugh

And dance away,

Believing one day,

It’ll pay off,

In this bittersweet

Sadness.