Masks

Life is a masquerade; a sea of false facades.
The self hidden behind layers upon layers
Of masks. So much so, that when you look
In the mirror, you can’t even see who you are
Let alone distinguish the mask from the flesh.
Excruciating pain awaits those who dare rip
The masks of their faces.
A bloody mess of papier-mâché and flesh;
A deformed crimson face lies underneath. Thus
New masks are formed when we seek to remove
All other masks. True beauty lies only in belief.