Here's a poem I wrote When I was 18 I think, or maybe 20.Too Scary!! We all were a mask and are shackled to the stave.The face of the mask defines the life we have.Some masks are BoldSome are clear.Some have smiles or are affixed with a snear.All masks do change and with time friends see through.My mask scares women, no time to see me true.Someday mine will change and a smile will shine through.Until then, I'm an outsider that everyone never knew. Was done with a drawing so I will get a picture of it.