What disguises do you wear? Where or for whom do you wear them?
An amazing question, and one I'm glad was brought up.
"Masquerade!
Seething shadows
Breathing lies...
Masquerade!
You can fool any friend
Who ever knew you!"
I wear many masks, each one of different color and expression. You would never know I wear them, except if you know me well. It's not an easy task, donning all these masks. Sometimes one will slip, or one will break. I refuse to let myself be exposed, and replace it with another. Let me explain my masks.
The first mask is yellow, with a smile on it's face. Daises line it's edges, a happy mask in place. I wear it with my friends, to hide the mask beneath.
The second mask is light blue, worn only with my family and friends. Clouds hover across is, and it has a sense of calm.
The third mask is pink, with roses lining it's edges. A slight blush on it's face, worn only with my love.
The fourth mask is when I'm frustrated, generally at school. It's orange, with a scowl on it's face. It has fuzzy lines, blurred on it's edges. Frazzled and unsure.
The fifth mask is green, with it's eyes narrowed and a frown on it's face. A mask of jealousy, not seen often.
The sixth mask is lime green, with yellow lightning bolts running down it's sides. It represents hyper, or energetic.
The seventh mask is a muted blue, almost grey. It's eyes are droopy and clouds hover at it's edges. It represents fatigue.
The eight mask is bright red brick, with small, brighter red cracks in it. It represents anger, and is blatantly seen.
The ninth mask is one of white. It's a blank slate, as is my mind when I wear it. This mask represents boredom.
The tenth is a mask of dark blue, with tears streaming down it's cheeks. Sadness is evident upon its face.
The last mask is colored black, red slashes across its face. Silent tears run down it's cheeks and the edges are lined with rose stems, thorns running along them. This mask only comes out when I'm alone, but it lays in wait underneath all the other masks. It's my true identity, the face of me.
The tenth is a mask of dark blue, with tears streaming down it's cheeks. Sadness is evident upon its face.
The last mask is colored black, red slashes across its face. Silent tears run down it's cheeks and the edges are lined with rose stems, thorns running along them. This mask only comes out when I'm alone, but it lays in wait underneath all the other masks. It's my true identity, the face of me.
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