Survival

I have a disguise It keeps me safe from lesions They look at my mask The mask is gilded Few will ask what's underneath They look at my shoes My shoes they are plain Noone knows where I have walked They look at my eyes My eyes they look back Opaque, smeared and inconstant They ask me to speak I open my mouth And impart all my wisdom They nod and depart I drop my disguise Sigh and collapse with relief Tomorrow can wait