7 Billion Masks

Wake up,

what to wear?

It's the most problematic problem of the twenty-first century,

for pubescent girls with morning hair,

and morning breath.

a closet full of masks, made right for other people: 

what your mother claims is most appropriate,

what your boyfriend would want to see you in,

what your friends think is the trendiest trend,

or what all the celebrities are wearing.

Maybe try something new today:

Instead of painting your face in the "most flattering colors,"

or wearing your masks a thousand different ways,

Smile at your face in the crystal-clear mirror,

Leave your freckles untouched,

Let your hair fly wild and untamed,

Strip aside your silly facade,

And finally uncage your truest, most wonderful self,

because it's been waiting locked-up inside 

for far too long,

And it's far too wrong,

to cover up something so beautiful,

with masks and veneers,

when instead of disguising it as someone else's ideal,

you should be keeping your chin up proudly for the world to see. 

If your mask comes off,

soon others will follow,

and in the end,

you'll have to bend over backwards and dig miles through cracked rubble,

to find the seven billion masks buried deep with other useless garbage,

the seven billion masks

that used to be the faces of the world.