wondered by Joana Galhardo Tags ,

I wear the mask that grins and lies
It hides my cheeks and shades my eyes
With torn and bleeding heart I smile
This debt I pay to human guile
Why should the world be over wise
In counting all my tears and sighs?
To thy from tortured souls arise
I sing but the clay is vile
Beneath my feet and a long mile
But let the world dream otherwise