Masks

Masks are everywhere.

They are made in simple actions

A Lie,

A Secret,

A Change.

They are not just paper that kids decorate and place on their face.

 

False fronts that you give to people,

Those are the real masks.

The ones that cause harm when shattered, by

Events,

The Truth,

And at times even God.

 

Life and society forces us to put on masks to fit into the mold.

The mold of being liked,

Pleasing loved ones,

And to be normal.

Why can't we be acepted without the mask?

Our own fear.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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