We all wear skin.
We all wear clothes (or at least I hope all of us do).
We all wear expressions.
We all wear similar tastes.
We all wear differing preferences.
And we all wear masks.
One thing we all without
a doubt wear, are masks.
You wear one.
I wear one.
Mine has smiles plastered
on it all the time; it has joy;
laughter; contentment; humor;
happiness; wholesomeness;
confidence; courage; and
life on it.
It looks so pretty.
It covers the frowns;
tears; sorrow; longing;
self-consciousness; fear;
discontent; angst; anxiety;
self-loathing; and the death
that haunts my soul.
What does yours wear?
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
We all wear skin.
We all wear clothes (or at least I hope all of us do).
We all wear expressions.
We all wear similar tastes.
We all wear differing preferences.
And we all wear masks.
One thing we all without
a doubt wear, are masks.
You wear one.
I wear one.
Mine has smiles plastered
on it all the time; it has joy;
laughter; contentment; humor;
happiness; wholesomeness;
confidence; courage; and
life on it.
It looks so pretty.
It covers the frowns;
tears; sorrow; longing;
self-consciousness; fear;
discontent; angst; anxiety;
self-loathing; and the death
that haunts my soul.
What does yours wear?
I want to be perfect, but I just can't do it. So I make my mask as perfect as possible.
