we rise in the morning
to decide which mask to wear today,
making it look intriguing, curious, and exciting.
Anxious to see how the others like it,
while everyone else does the same,
even though all the masks have no holes to see
plummeting us all into blank ignorance.
we try to speak our mind through them
even though all the masks have no holes to breathe
choking the life out of creativity.
eventually the end of the day comes,
Letting us return to hiding and remove our mask
only to decide how to adorn the next
until one day our faces become the masks,
leaving us suffocated and blind,
and permanently decorated with things like
expectations and standards.
Leaving us faceless