Masks

Crashing down.

Fearing everyone will hear the sound.

Deep worry.

Yet no hint of the feelings you carry.

You walk around with a mask.

No letting anyone know your true task.

Good or bad.

If you are Happy or sad.

Everyone walks masking a little who they are.

The only thing is does their mask go to far?

What are they?

What prices are they willing to pay? 

Only they know.

Sometimes you find out who they really are when it hits you like an arrow.

 So be careful who you meet.

Online or standing in a street

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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