My mask is not so much a physical one but more one for my insecurities. I'll wear it around my friends and even for the strangers. My mask holds back my emotions, the love, the hate, the joy, the sadness, and my mask is suffocating me. I need an outlet, an escape! I search and I ponder and yet the mask still grows, slowly engulfing my body and my soul. My religion is dead, my personality is becoming dull and lifeless. I've got it, I know what the key is! Instead of pondering what to say for fear of being shunned, I'll spill my emotions out no matter how wild, how ridiculous they may seem. Maybe with time my mask will completely disappear, and I can learn to be comfortable with the person who lies behind it. |
Submission Name: Mask
