My Mask Is...

My mask is pretty

it's flashy and loud and bright

a boisterous laugh and exaggerated hand gestures

an obnoxious voice and a too wide smile


My mask is strong

its varnish my fear of rejection

the years hardening it

from porcelain to ebony to steel


My mask is pure

a strange descriptor, I know

It is what I aspire to be

without the harshness of human nature


My mask is intricate

it is crafted to be the best version of me

the person I wish I was

An almost separate entity


My mask is neutral

it takes no sides and

is nether bad nor good

it just exists


My mask is a cage

And a pair of wings

locking fractions of myself away

but letting the best parts fly free


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