The Society of Masks

Masks hang�" not on walls, 
but in people’s eyes, in their words.

Bamboo finds its true worth only after death; 
beneath its tranquil shade.
Drawing rooms take shape, 
and civilisation arrays itself in meticulously crafted designs.

A person’s worth, too, is magnified by a mask�" 
their real face is far too unsettling.
It is the mask that society crowns.

Are you truly human? 
Or merely a mask, cast in flawless perfection?

Behind it, a defeated body weeps,
laughs, and sweats in silence.
A quiet soul�" dying a little every day, 
only to keep alive a polished, ‘respectable’ mask.