Masks

Everyday there's a mask.

A new mask.

A different mask.

I can't take them off.

I can't go out without a mask.

I can't wake up without a mask.

The real me,

the pure me,

is me.

I wanted to cut hair.

Shape it,

recreate it.

Make someone feel beautiful.

I was eight when I had this dream.

Six months in,

six months deep.

It wasn't me. 

It wasn't a mask I wanted to wear.

I quit.

I left.

I threw in the towel,

and told them all I'm not coming back.

I realized me,

I found me,

it's weird,

it's fun.

A smile that can light the whole world.

I care.

I care about people.

People fasinate me.

Sociology.

Psychology.

A complete different mask.

Nothing like I expected.

Not a mask I thought I had.

Masks change.

Masks evolve.

They come and go.

Everday there's a mask.

A new mask.

A different mask.