Masks by Gabriel Reyes

February 1, 2015

I begin to sign...

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When we were younger,

All we wanted to do was play.

But then we grew.

And we wanted--

To Fit--

To fit into society.

So we begin to put on a mask.

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Left hand reaches for the mask.

Palm covers face and speaks to a friend.

Face them.

Turn to face a business partner.

The first mask no longer works.

Put on a new mask, and accomplish my task.

Juggle a third mask, facing a superior.

Pray to them hiding my true emotion.

To submit is to fit some bit.

Face a crush, and hide most of all.

To be by their side, to be a loved.

Hide my intent.

Face my friend, my partner, my god, my lover.

Juggle and juggle clowning a life.

Drop masks and lose track.

I face one anticipating another.

I lose my faith.

I lose my god.

I lose my friend.

I lose my love.

The mask crash.

Without the mask live like a child.

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