Masks

In the shadows they throw stones
Faces hidden hearts unknown
Wrapped in silence never shown
Yet their souls they moan they groan

Desert sands reveal the pain
Watchers' eyes but none remain
Behind the masks it's all the same
Irony within this game

People toss you in the dark
Blind to your ignited spark
Yet beneath their fragile mark
Are they worse or just as stark?

Theater of a thousand scars
Empty echoes from afar
Puppet strings and broken stars
Their true selves behind the bars

People toss you in the dark
Blind to your ignited spark
Yet beneath their fragile mark
Are they worse or just as stark?

Whispers haunt the ancient halls
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Truth emerges when night falls
They're no different after all