Masks

Everyone wears a mask,

Even I wear one.

Not because I want to,

But because it is the social norm.

How you see me,

It’s different when I see myself.

What you see is a quiet person,

When I see myself,

I am outgoing.

You don’t know me,

You only see what you want to see.

There isn’t a time where we can take off our masks,

We can only take them off when we’re alone.

Why can’t we take them off in public?
Why do we have to wear them around others?

In the end who will we really be?
A person who becomes their mask?
Or a person who hides themselves away?

In the end we can only try to be ourselves,

We owe that to ourselves,

Not to others.

For that I will take off my mask.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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