The Mask
The Mask
I wear this mask to cover my identity,
Not what I look like, but what I look like to other people.
If they see beyond my mask they might change their opinions of me.
I am a good person.
I love people and want to meet and talk with people.
But I feel I can’t connect with some people purely because of what I have come from.
This is why I wear this mask.
It enables me to connect with everyone.
I don’t know how much longer I can live with it on.
I can take it off when I’m alone.
But this is not enough.
The mask will always be with me.
For as long as I live.
Because of this world.
Social Inequality is why I wear this mask.
And this mask is why I suffer from depression.
Author: .kurt.
Originally published at comeasyouareblog.com