Behind this thin piece of wood,
I portray a hero,
A villain,
A thief,
A princess:
Characters with adventures to tell
And conflicts to resolve.
I never show my owner's true identity,
Only those closest to them know
what lays under this shield.
I am painted,
Carved,
Cut,
Hammered,
Woven,
Crafted from mankind
Since the beginning of time.
However,
I am not always used for theater or fun.
I protect faces in war from death
Or protect criminals from justice.
I block out truth and fear
And turn towards fantasies
Even I wish were real.
Always,
I cover the face of many people
Who hide behind this mask.
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Poetrypoems (possibly stories) relating to art, which can range from painting to pottery to drawing and much more purpose is to evoke emotion i hope you enjoy reading it! feel free to comment suggestions, tips, or stories you want to hear about PLEASE NOT...
