Masks

We wear masks there is no doubt, Thinking others could not abide Seeing us with ourselves let out, Where warts and wounds reside. Thus we are known but from afar— Shame-stricken of our very being. Fearful of leaving our egos ajar, Is that what others are believing? Might they not regard us brave To reveal our authentic selves? Might they not themselves crave To come off their lofty shelves? If we would be honest and true We'd trash the masks we wear. We'd face the world wholly anew, And who we are we'd openly share.