Visor Of Tapestry Poem by Enchanting Owl

All of us have our own tapestry of personalities.
Different in every event, contrasting in all possibilities.
Smiling in the morning, crying in the evening.
You can be the light of the party; you can be the candle in the dining.

Others may show who they really are with a main purpose.
For coping with stereotypes and forgery, like ending the circus.
Gaining respect and cards, shunning solitary.
Setting a solid rock because everything was fleeting and temporary.

Others may hide who they really are with jurisdiction.
Of ending human cataclysm; of addressing solute allocation.
To tranquilize is to balance the disturbance.
Reserve's a must; resoluteness is a law—looking at the absorbance.

That was the disparate colorful vizards that people wore.
In every routine, in every social function, nothing less, nothing more.
One of those veils is the one you are now wearing.
Face is the sun, and mask is the moon; which of the two masks have you been chasing?