How many faces do you have?
Do you carry them in a pocket?
Do you keep them in jars?
Can they be left out overnight?
How do you decide
which you to show the world today?
Do you swap them out at will?
Do you even realize that you do it?
Or is it so ingrained
so natural
that a new you takes over every time?
Because I can see
the cracks in the armor
The facade is fading,
falling,
but I’m not good enough,
not strong enough
to force my way inside.
Underneath it all
there’s a light shining,
a promise of something beautiful.
There’s a real person in there,
trying to break free,
but only you hold the key
and you keep putting on masks
to hide that beauty away
