The Mask?

Lately, I feel as though I am wearing a mask. It's a strange, uncomfortable feeling. I mistrust my own face; don't even know what it looks like because I put my mask on at such a young age perhaps. Realizing that sooner or later I must drop it and face that reflection.The mask is silent, and behind it feels like screaming. Maybe the mask is festive, and eyes weep. This damn mask chafes and confines me, but gives protection too. I am naked without it; I have nowhere to hide. Just trying to summon the courage to drop the mask, must believe in myself enough to trust the naked vulnerability.May I take courage in knowing that everyone is vulnerable and afraid. Ok, wearing my own face proudly will perhaps show that it's possible..and fine. Soon, masks will be dropping all around.Yes, tomorrow i will risk it..showing myself as I am....