As children we would don the costumed mask so we could get our way.
The candy, gum, or of the like-
Delights on halloween day.
We could not wait to so embark
Upon that littered trail.
And be so “Lucky” of our haul,
Our purpose did not fail.
You do all this just to receive
Stuff which makes you feel good.
And you are sure that if able,
You’d get more if you could.
In life we seem to stay this trend,
To don a different mask.
We do this to impart to us,
The good feedback we ask.
The problem starts when masks come off,
We have to face ourself.
Afraid, we put a new mask on-
They’re kept there on the shelf.
Behind our masks we know the truth
It hurts for us to see.
That others see the hidden one,
And not the real me.
If I can’t see myself like this,
Maskless at face value.
It will not matter which face I wear,
I will not like the view.
The T.V. show where it was said,
Gee, “Who was that masked man?”
We leave a trail who wonder, too.
Mask off now, if you can.