The Mask
Put on the mask.
The mask is worn to rid your fears.
You are afraid
Of harmful words in a slingshot.
You are afraid
Of hidden judgement ready to be uncovered.
You are afriad
Of a doubtful agreement of disapproval.
Don't be afraid.
The mask is worn to coalesce with cliche.
You think you have to
Fit in with the boring blue raindrops.
You think you have to
Tranquilize your wild originality.
You think you have to
Stray from precious divergence.
You don't have to.
The mask is worn
And your true soul drifts away with the brisk wind.
You have lost yourself.
Take off the mask.