People like wearing masks,
Specifically mirror masks;
not made , nor created,
but ones which build upon ourselves,
knowingly or unknowingly,
fortunately or un fortunately.
Ones with mirrors on the outside,
from the observers hide-
the face of the wearer.
These reflect other faces,
copying each and every wink,
mimicing all gestures.
these kind of masks, I sympathise,
because they make us look alike
bits and pieces of people we like.
Those with mirrors on the inside,
inwardly seclude the wearer's feelings,
Emotions ; both tears and laughs.
These kind of masks I despise,
for they make us aloof,
meaning , a fool at socialising.
But there are such masks,
made of translucent mirrors,
they hide some things, and
reveal some others,
depending on the wearer.
But they are found rarer-
than the two others.
I dont prefer these masks,
but it is their wearers,
I should appreciate,
for in real life,
they are the real players.
Sometimes I think,
something not worth thinking
I wonder why there are'nt
any crystal glass masks.
These I prefer, because
they reveal the true
colour of our faces
and even the pace at which
our heart races
But it's the funniest to imagine,
The world in which both
you and I live, to ever exist
without any masks.
