WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
P.S. I chose to post this on my blog because there can be many different ways to interpret it. I wont say what I think this means because it's really for you to decide what it means to you. And I wont try to tell you who Paul Dunbar is and his whole life story because you probably already heard it or are going to sometime in your life.
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