Lives of masks

Posted: March 3, 2015 in Poems, Reblogs, Writing

Lives of masks

WorldofHarley

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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,
kings,
princesses,
clowns,
machines,
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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  1. Siouxsie says:

    Sometimes if we wear the mask long enough, we cease to exist outside of it.

    I have become my mask.

    Beautiful work!

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