Masks

I wear a mask… I live behind the mask I am the mask. A mask of many layers, A mask of quiet vehemence. A mask that helped me survive the masses, That taught me to swallow sorrow, That hid the truth beneath a veneer, Yet somehow showed fragments of me to the tribes. In fear of revealing my truest self, My masks pile up endless layers Yearning to break free, Yet trembling at what may follow. What if I never had to wear a mask? What if I never had to become one?