False identity
I sit back under the light post.
Illuminated
But barely able to see my surroundings.
I look at my hands.
I see hard scarred loving hands.
I touch my face.
I feel the foreign mask I wear.
I remove the mask.
Set it in front of me.
Bravery
I feel my face.
Once again feeling the cold scarred surface.
I rip it from my skin and lay it down.
Confidence
I touch my face.
I remove the mask.
Indifference
My teeth clench.
I ball my fists.
I crush the masks.
I look at my hands.
Bloody and unforgiving.
I take a breath and lovingly stroke my face.
No!
I rip off the mask with malice and throw it down.
The leering cheery face looks back at me.
I crush it.
I crush the fucking happy face.
I breathe.
I touch my face.
Nothing.