Masks

Because it is easier to pretend than to explain. Because it is easier to babble than to listen.  Because it is easier to turn away than to feel. Because it is easier to complain than to solve. Because it is safer to blend in than to stand out. Because it is easier to wear masks than to show a face.

        Masks

Masks atop masks,

And a thousand more.

All of a different paints,

All paints with three tints.

Masks greatly designed,

To imitate real faces.

From the good to the bad,

From the sad to the glad.

Masks for all,

From friends to foes.

To let not know the real face,

To let blend into the worldly disgrace.

Masks producing characters,

And so - new faces.

For every individual put on a masquerade,

Let not reveal that's nurtured in depths.

Masks hiding truth,

Lies are easier told.

So much beauty in a lie,

So much violence when truths untie.

Masks are used,

Or rather masks use.

All pestilence they channel away,

From the weak inner fray.

But Masks breathe,

They take over gradually.

When different people know you differently,

And when you too have forgotten your identity.