Masks

There’s no escape, From what you are, Exhausting all efforts In finding a cloak, The mask I wear today Blinds you tomorrow, Leaving me dissecting, The left over grief and guilt Hiding in disguise Immense pain Set firmly in stone, Of the features of my face Today…I’m who I need to be, Simultaneously, Needing who I, Absolutely want to be All the while I bury, The infectious dreams, Deep down in my soul, For only me to see I’ve worn too many masks, Lost my bearing… Searching for one to claim… Who do I become…? Who do I enjoy being…? Better yet… Who the hell am I…? Distorted focus of a stare… Screw it… who cares anyway? I have the perfect mask, Just for that!