The Mask

There’s a mask that everyone sees. It’ can be plain or be done up with colors. It hides emotions, unless you look in its eyes. The eyes do a dance as you look into them. They can flicker like a candle; They can shimmer with hope; They can pool with water from the truth; They can be black as night and be just as daring; They can be soft as a rose petal; They can look as though kindness is showering you with a million kisses. The mask is made to look different. Mine’s different from yours; Yours is different from hers; Hers is different from his’. The mask creates a personality. It can be made to look humorous; It can be made to look sad; It can look as shiny as a penny; It can look as polished as a rock. The mask can peak interest or attraction. The mask can repulse and disgust. The mask can create curiosity for others. I have a mask.