My Mask

I put on a mask to shroud my care, I pull it away when no one is there Yet behind my mask my feelings I share A secret existing between me and the air Yet this mask has features and clues Of what really shakes my soul at its truth When all resources are exhausted and used I turn to my mask for the path that I choose When my mind has a quest or a wanting The face of my mask bears its feeling flaunting But when it's confusion in my mind haunting My mask bears uncertainty in its grimace undaunting Yet when sorrow has filled my heart It is my mask to play its biggest part To hide my sadness in the shadow of art Until the moment expires and the sorrow departs My mask hides the age that I look While others ages can be read like books They wear their masks like walls with hooks That falls to the ground when emotions are shook Take a look behind my mask to see If the reflection I cast is really me As if to glance and charge a fee To find what is there is not to be Does my mask really have any feelings Does it go about its way with nonchalant dealings Does it strip away emotions like peelings As if to mask a wound in the process of healing