Underneath the layers of fabric and string,
Lies a world of words we dare not sing.
Eyes alone speak volumes of our hearts,
As muffled voices play their silent parts.

In crowded rooms where whispers fade,
We hide our fears, a masquerade.
Behind each mask, a story untold,
Of dreams and worries we silently hold.

The world perceives what the mask conceals,
Yet in our minds, the struggle is real.
A shield from judgment, a veil of grace,
Protecting the soul in this hidden place.

As days go by and masks remain,
We yearn for moments, free from the chain.
To breathe unbound, to show our face,
And find in freedom, a shared embrace.