A Masquerade Ball

Have you every woke in the middle of the night and wondered who the person that you been lying next to for several years really is? Ever walk into your office and wonder what your quiet, all together and polished manager is really like? And that Rapper on TV that seems to have everything on a silver platter, what does he do when he is alone? Or better yet have you ever glance out of the corner of your eye seeing your reflection and say "who...oh fuck that's me!" Well welcome to the Masquerade Ball!!! Where everyone try to have the biggest and creative mask only to hid there eyes from you seeing them envying your own big and bad decise. My wifey had just wrote a blog on the real her our apart of it any way and i am also reading Coming Up From the Down Low by J.L. King...And both speak about about there own Masquerade Ball aka their daily lives. Reading this i came to a small and minor conclusion that your bed partner is a wife and mother to you but a pregnant crack addict to streets once you leave for work. That manager of yours spending 50% of her six figure income on beauty product to hide the black eyes and bruises her husband gives her right before raping her every night. The Rapper you would never guess that when he goes home and pulls that bulletproof vest, saggy pants and gun off, he then crawls in to the bed with his male life partner of 10 years.
I say this to say that as human beings our struggle is the same, and notice i said HUMAN BEINGS aka creatures that are motived by feelings. When will we be able to take off the mask and to start mending to each other wounds so the Masquerade Ball becoming a Hostipal...making us all the paitent and doctors...