They say
We all wear masks
That it's human nature

But is it really a mask,
When you don't even know
What lay beneath it?

My mask may morph
Into others
But it is fused with my skin

Its been on as long as I can remember
Was I born with it?

      

Will I ever know the contours of my own face?


                 Do I even have my own?

                         Or am I simply a failed display?