I am someone who is unused to complete
anonymity.
I am used to everyone seeing my face,
knowing more about me,
than I like,
and scrutinizing.
Always scrutinizing
the life they think they see.
I still wear masks.
They don't see everything.
I am used to my mother going through my things,
knowing what others don't.
I show her different masks than everyone else.
I am used to pleasing people.
I am used to making things harder
than they already are.
I am used to keeping some masks on
always.
Here,
all my old masks are gone,
and a new mask is in place.
The least important mask
is the one separating those who read this
from the person who's writing.
I am giving you everything
but my name.
And trust me,
that doesn't matter.
We all wear masks, No one likes to show their own faces, I think we all forgot w we actually look like, we've been wearing them for far too long.
ReplyDeleteIt's so true. Who you are in certain situations is simply a compilation of what masks you've chosen to put on at the time.
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