Masked

Locked inside my mind;
The outward visage, a masquerade,
Shows no resemblance of the soul.
Tear it open.
Rip from us our masks;
They cover the scars of reality,
The true impact of life.
Flesh in flesh;
Not the true self,
Just the clothing of the soul;
Covering our modesty,
With the vanity in vision.
Impaired insight,
Will only reveal the countenance.
The external vision of grace,
Cannot compare to the beauty within.