Mask


As I stare into a distance vast,
I see an ocean of faces.
Some familiar, some fresh and new
yet, all are wearing a mask.

Some seem friendly, while others seem rude
but those are merely facades.
Even I wear a mask to hide my true self.

We have become so much like our masks
that even we have become strangers to ourselves.
We feel we have to hide, for we believe
if we takes our masks off,
we will be judged harshly by the world.
Yet, nobody can see
that our lives would be so much better
If we just had the courage to take our masks off.

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