Beneath The Mask

Just like a peacock

Your beauty is your secret

You primp and preen

Aiming for the perfection of a porcelain figurine

Until you’re happy with the mask

Each brush stroke is your task

Hiding the imperfections

In your natural complexion

Improving things with false additions

Something that you have been conditioned

To do from an early age

Your aim in life to upstage

But you hide the beauty inside

The mask you wear helps people decide

What they think of you before they get to know you

Your mask becoming your interview

Seeing you as an object

Not a person that’s complex

Or one that has feelings

Their snide comments pull on your heartstrings

But you don’t let them see

Crying instead privately

Believing the harsh words

Thickening the mask because of the hurt

But remember

The peacocks feathers are all for display

The female’s beauty she underplays

Her heart is the beauty she truly possesses

Her outer beauty she suppresses

She doesn’t worry about her appearance, doesn’t give her cause to stress

Because after all

Beneath the all beauty

The peacock is dripping

Beneath it all

He’s still just a chicken!