The Human Mask

The human stares. The mask stares. A piercing gray stare. A smoky, black stare. It wants to tell the world its truth. To feel the mask no longer. To feel true to itself, and unique. Cracks glow, showing sorrow and fear. Fear of the prejudice Fear of the judgment Fear, of what it has become. No longer that once prized face. Two personas. Two attitudes. Two souls. Zipped together by people’s misconceptions. Wanting to become one. No longer chained down by these stereotypes. Broken free like a new dove. Becoming that one person, that’s free and alive, Once again.