The Mask

 

Each and everyone of us

Has something we all show

A face we have for public

So different from our own.

 

This stranger’s face that we all have

Is special everyday

The lines are firm and set you see

So different from our own.

 

They come in different sizes

Styles and colours too

Various masks for all to wear

So different from our own.

 

It’s naked pain we hide away

Secure behind this shell

The wearing of the mask becomes

The hiding of the truth.