Every day they get up, get dressed and brush their teeth.
Every day they get up, get dressed and brush their teeth.
Then, they put on their masks. They hide who they really are, hide the pain, hide the sufferings, hide themselves.
The masks have words on them, blurred by years of tears cried when they are alone. Words like, “strange”, “popular”, “funny”, “outcast”, “alone”.
The words label the wearer. Hide who they really are.
Every day they put on their masks. As do I.
Gilda W. 7th