Inspired by "The Ministers Black Veil" Nathan Hawthorne

The most beautiful masquerade
the most incredulous lie.
"This dismal mask must separate
me,
from the world."
The countenance portrayed
is not always the truth,
the intestinal heart exposed.
Individually,
matching the paint we wear.
Not only in the form of running mascara
or gloss on the lips
of the feminine,
but the painted smiles
on the masculine.
"It is but a mortal veil,
it is not with me for eternity."
Eventually the chemicals will fade:
At the end of the day,
and the end of our lives.
Moricians may place
our faces in a pleasant disposition
but deceit lasts for only so long.
We waken with none to forcibly bear our truths to,
physically - the phenotype.
Wee paint this mask for societal acceptance,
and acceptance of ourself.
This lie we dress in,
might convince us to
"never pass by a mirror
nor still water
lest it's peaceful bosom affrighten"
yourself by your appearance
denying and versus your emotions.
We wear the shameless beauty as an exoskeleton -
never to give a taste of the beauty inside.
Painted smiles are equivalent to, not a product of
lipstick.
But is mortal.
Your soul knows no mask.
Never dresses for your masquerades.