My Mask Is...

My mask is pretty

it's flashy and loud and bright

a boisterous laugh and exaggerated hand gestures

an obnoxious voice and a too wide smile

 

My mask is strong

its varnish my fear of rejection

the years hardening it

from porcelain to ebony to steel

 

My mask is pure

a strange descriptor, I know

It is what I aspire to be

without the harshness of human nature

 

My mask is intricate

it is crafted to be the best version of me

the person I wish I was

An almost separate entity

 

My mask is neutral

it takes no sides and

is nether bad nor good

it just exists

 

My mask is a cage

And a pair of wings

locking fractions of myself away

but letting the best parts fly free

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741