Under the mask

There was always a happiness in not being seen,
In lying hidden among the unknown
To be masked in a crowd...
It took years of practice
To learn not to stand out...
To remain camouflaged
Like a chameleon
Not showing the odd vein out.
But then....one day
You would be shocked to find out
What lies under my skin
The colours of my thought....
The redness in my blood
Under this facade of a calm...
The dread of a storm...