Lives of masks

Posted: Nov 11, 2013 in Poems, Writing
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What is a mask but a denial of oneself?
Who can say the eyes peering through are truly yours?
Who can declare the voice eking through is yours?
Masks prevent us being ourselves.
They make us become something far more fantastical.

They can turn us into monsters,
even gods.
But a mask can never show our true selves.
They shield our true selves,
they shield our true emotions,
our true pains.

We take on somebody else’s soul.
A strangers?
Or maybe even a friends?
Masks are a costume for the soul.


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  2. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    Lives of masks

  3. Sikiladi says:

    Interesting now that the masks are to be seen on each face due to the Pandemic.

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