The world wears a mask,

A mask of emotions,

A mask of appearances.

"But, what we wear behind these masks,

Is the Pain and Hurt,

The Lost Love,

That we hide from the world.

When the world wears a mask,

Why do we need to be true?"

I love these lines, but I love the poem in general. It is filled with passion, and the truth radiates from it greatly. Outstanding job with the format, as well as getting what you needed to say across. Superb, keep it up :D

I love the subject of this. It's definitely something I've thought of before! And I loved the ending line. It's a great ending to a great poem. :) x