A black mask falls over my face
As I hide myself from me.
I fade among the human race.
Blindly, I nod to agree.
No thought goes out to what I think
On how life or death should be.
I fool the world to think life's pink
And not the shade of a pea.
Perhaps I am not false at all
And the world is full of glee.
Life's, instead, a happiness ball
With joy as its cup of tea.
©Lynnette Schuepbach, 1967