Enigma of Truth
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth...” by Oscar Wilde
Face-to-face, he lies;
truth locked inside his heart’s vault.
Is it fear of ridicule?
How did he get here?
Why is it he dons a mask
before he’ll share true feelings?
*Written December 16 for Brian’s 6-7 Line poems contest.
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