We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Masque

Her transparent mask.

Congratulations, you bought the lie!

The truth is now your prize.

Tell me now, did you see her wear it?

Take a minute.

Understand the depth created in the idea behind it.

You don't know she has a mask on...

To you, she's always happy and always bright.

But to her, it's a cover.

Something created to weed out the foolish.

To garden the wisest.

Every time she slips up and takes a breath,

a moment of vulnerability to exhale

the dust of fears appears.

The fog creeps the truth in... and out

In and out...

Maybe that is a mask you see...

Not all the time. Not rapidly but

slowly and steadily.

In and out. In and out, she breathes.

So secretive, it erupts the illusion of

scarceness.

Covers the tears that will never fade.

Tell me, do you see her mask now?

Whoever pays close enough attention

can see the evidence.

One day, someone just might help

her pull that mask off.

That transparent mask, no one but

the wisest can see.