Mask

What mask shall I dawn today?
Each so unique, and with my soul did pay.
Each one was crafted by my hands, so in each I have pride.
Each one is a piece of me, and yet still let’s me hide.

Shall I be the coy and shy boy who smiles behind a tree.
Shall I be the man who scowl and frowns in hopes you’ll just let me be.
Perhaps the mask that allows me to be so egotistical and vein.
Or maybe  the one which is largest of all that hides my anger and my pain…

I no longer remember how my own face appears.
I’ve been hiding behind these masks for countless years.
Maybe I no longer have a face for it’s been so long sine it’s seen light.
Or maybe I just have given into the masks and no longer care to fight.

Whatever the reasons be, I’ll dawn a new one when I become bored.
I’ll dawn a new one when I begin to allow myself to be adored.
You will never catch me twice in the same mask, I’ll let you know.
Because if you did, then it would certainly be time for you to go.