masks are worn,
shielding my many faces,

my grief seeks refuge behind the masks,

my splintered heart covets anonymity,

my descent into the madness of reality takes cover,

far away, insulated against the twisting knife of many a long-lost lover,

I stand hidden, in plain sight,

numbed by the ongoing charade,

so,

I smile,

I laugh,

I wave,

while,

staring at the unending passing parade,