twirling glittery 
dances of chiffon,
satin and silk,
lace and fur trims..
everyone done up
beautiful and bright,
800 people
all celebrating tonight.
but who they are
no one can tell.
they all wear masks
with feathers and ribbons,
glitter and sequins,
fancy colours,
hiding their faces.
swirling and dipping,
exchanging partners at will
who are with,
can anyone tell?
sweeping by three young maidens,
in yellow, pink, and 
the last in green.
who are those girls,
that i've never before seen?
dancing and laughing,
sipping a cocktail
meandering the room
i come across a mirror.
outward from it
a reflection cast
i glance at her
but she is not myself.
she is fancy
and pretty
and everything right
she fits in here,
she'll get to dance 
away the night.
but unlike the others,
when i go home,
i don't take off my mask,
i leave it on always.
glamour and prestige,
happyness and so much more,
radiate from this mask,
that has grown attached
at the neck.
if i remove it,
i remove my head,
i remove my life,
in which case,
i would be dead.

xoxo
kyelle