Mask Without Eyes

Mask without eyes

It was easy once, to blend in. I didn’t need a mask. No-one did. We were who we were made.

O, how time changes things. How I change. And I couldn’t feel it. That was the worst part. I find myself needed something that just yesterday I would never have done in a million years. But I know I will be back in yesterday’s state tomorrow. Yet, the need is still there. I find that humans (or at least me) assume different roles in society when in different groups. I always thought that these were only roles. But, the more I delude, the more I find that my PERSONALITY changes with these roles, and I can’t stand it. A silent snake has slithered its way into my head, and I can’t get it out. People can’t see it, but these masks can push friends, lovers, and families apart.

There is nothing I can do. These masks are now as much a part of me as what lies beneath them.

Of course the mask slips for some.

Akin to a gentleman who tips his hat to a lady.

These are the people I enjoy to sped my time with.

We let our masks fall to the floor, all secrets revealed.

Who knows, maybe behind this mask is simply another, but it sure as hell feels genuine.

And thats all I care about.