To the Masks We Wear and See

To the Masks we Wear all Mortals beware We all hide what we are from all sight Why do we stay in fright? Aren't we proud of what we are Or do we fear who we are from afar Do we wear our Masks, not only to hide by to save our own hide Who themselves have stared within? And seen the beast that dwells with pride and delight If we don't admit to its existence, does that not remove its power? Or by hiding do we empower our own beasts with that of fear Out of all, who can claim to see their inner beasts? I've seen, I've confronted the beast, And all that is left now, is My Mask The Mask that is me, not the beast, not what people want me to be Me, little old me, the truest of all beasts and demon The Mask of blighted light that I can without doubt claim, is me So, do I wear a mask, or do you put the mask on me? Next time you stare at someone, remember, Their not the only ones who put the mask over your eyes First poem ever on here, so hope it goes well LOL