The Mask

Put on the mask.

The mask is worn to rid your fears.

You are afraid

Of harmful words in a slingshot.

You are afraid

Of hidden judgement ready to be uncovered.

You are afriad

Of a doubtful agreement of disapproval.

Don't be afraid.

The mask is worn to coalesce with cliche.

You think you have to

Fit in with the boring blue raindrops.

You think you have to

Tranquilize your wild originality.

You think you have to

Stray from precious divergence.

You don't have to.

The mask is worn

And your true soul drifts away with the brisk wind.

You have lost yourself.

Take off the mask.