The mask that we all wear from
time to time may be different in
shape and size, but never the
less it disguises our fears,
weaknesses, doubts, and
our little white lies.
Some of us wear the mask all the time
in fear that others may somehow read
our minds. Others seem to put on the
mask only at their convenience, when
little white lies seem appropriate to
hide troubled times.
The mask has no skin color, no gender,
no faith, no allegiance, no time zones,
and no soul.
Peering into the mirror, the mask has no
reflection, but you and I know it's there.
Dark, expressionless, cold and calculating,
the face behind the mask is sometimes
hard to bear.