Masks
All we see when we look at another
Is a disguise, a front
What they want us to see (or not)
I do it, and you, and every other in the world.
These are the masks I wear
A different one for each person, or group
Showing, and hiding, another side
These are the defences I have.
Dutiful daughter-yet sometimes I rebel
Loyal friend-that I hope to be always
Beloved-that sits unworn
Yet I take it sometimes, and
One day will gift it to another.
Who is the real me?
