The Mask

The mask.

You think it hides something.
That's not what it does.

Behind it you can say anything.
Be anything.
Without apology.

Ironic.
They told you to take it off.
It is the thing worth keeping.

Everyone has a mask.
Yours is on right now.
You just never named it.

The difference is the choice.
This mask was not inherited.
It was made.

It made me possible.
The darkness. The world. All of it.
One choice.

You're not ready for what's underneath.

The voice never stops. Next month you'll understand why.