Masks
They hide our inner quiet,
They unleash the devil inside.
We all bear them daily,
And they change from hour to hour.
We’ve one for every instance,
They lie stacked upon the floor.
We shed them as the sun goes down,
And don them at the coming of light.
Some treasure them, others despise them,
Though there are none among us who snub
them.
There are those who wear them in layers,
And those who wear them as a second skin.
We hide behind these masks,
As they hide both halo and horns.
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