Mask ourselves with joy, with laughter, with cheer.
Amuse ourselves with the superiority of a wretched sneer.
Love ourselves for the mold that society creates.
Isolate ourselves from the propensities people hate.
Shed our tears in silence and in hiding.
Convey our laughter though emotions are coliding.
Enjoy the passions our environment dominates.
Prove the character that society tolerates.
Our mask is a creation of insecurity, of denial,
Compelling us to resist the pleasures of revival.