• Life is a masquerade. A grand masquerade that goes on for your entire life.
    The masks are to be always kept on, so as to never show what lies behind it.
    Everyone fears having their masks taken off, fearing the scorn they might recieve from taking it off, for showing what they really are. The revolutionaries who take off thier masks are regarded with scorn by some and respect by others. I am not one of those revolutionaries, instead I wear one of the most ornate masks of all, to cover what I have hidden. I've only recived scorn and pain from the people who I've taken my mask off for. The pain is too great in my heart to think about removing my mask. However, my mask is often scorned and rejected by the other mask wearers. Now, I wait in a corner of the room of the grand masquerade, waiting for someone to look past the mask and accept my true self. And while I wait, my mask grows thicker to shield me from the continuing pain...