The Steel Mask

It covers, smothers, holds my face
Wrapped up tight in silvery embrace
For I am the Master of Disguise
And suffocate the truth with silver lies

These storms, wars, troubles deep
Are veiled behind the excuse of sleep
For I am the Master of Disguise
And afflictions must never be allowed to rise

The mask heavy, steady in place,
Must press down all sorrow’s trace
For I am the Master of Disguise
This burden, it my heart ties

The mask smiles, jokes and beguiles
To hide the wounds, scars, and trials
For I am the Master of Disguise
And must fool even the most wise

But look not close at my silver face
The truth beneath is seen in trace
For I am the Master of Disguise
But am betrayed by my own brown eyes