Adult Masks

There’s no adult here,
I assure you this.
We wear masks for fear
of being torn from bliss.

Kids are in cages.
These masks keep us out.
Needn’t fill pages;
none knows who’s about.

No, we’re not adults.
Just kids with grey hair.
We fit into cults,
just for the fresh air.

You see, if they knew,
they’d throw us back in.
Act like we’re adults too,
for to live is sin.

Don’t let anyone know
that we survived school.
With adult masks we go,
escaping each fool.

There is no kid here,
just masks hiding cheer.

Pramodh Anand Iyer