The Worn Mask

One day, I found that day..
The day, I missed all along..

Of joys, of smiles, of love,
Of fun, of care, of wonders,
Of hopes, of dreams, of desires..
Of success, of merry, of life..

The day, finally had come to me,
When I lay, buried under my masks
Of a son, of a brother, of a lover..
Of life lived, of tears shed, of hearts broken.

The day had come to me,
And the last moment,
When my plain face exposed,
Of emotions shown, regardless of the soul.

i, with no shame copied the concluding part of this post by Ananya Chatterjee, and then penned these lines in these five minutes, for i liked that line.

PS : I hope this doesn't violate any Copyright rules.