A Masquerade Ball

Our emotions are hidden,
Life is a masquerade ball,
Hiding our faces,
We dance through the hall,
We hide Behind
A simple facade,
To protect us from interrogation,
From what they might ask,
Some people have masks of stone,
An unwavering shield,
From the tongue,
A knife everyone wields,
Some people have masks,
Made up of lies,
They can't keep track,
They just break Down and cry,
People wear a layer,
Of glass or porcelain,
That shatter or fracture,
To reveal what's within,
My mask is made from pottery,
It's strong enough to hide,
But if you manage to crack it,
You'll glimpse what's inside.