Your mask fits well. Almost seamless, hiding the cracks that you thought made you seem-less in his eyes. The critique of a million voice carried no tongue , all but one. One with a voice so agonising , so torturous so raw but tolerable- under the mask. You whisper your pain in the winds while drying your tears in the silk of the morning sun.
It's only a rough cut..should have the final within a few days or more...you're honest critique is welcomed :)