Masks

Everyone
Hides the truth.
Impossible for anyone,
To know who we really are.
Big beautiful eyes,
Kohled over,
So that no one
Can see behind them.
The ghosts lurking,
Swimming in the wake.
Ancient folklore professed
They hid you from demons.
Masks.
Today these demons,
Are our colleagues
And best friends.
Because judgement,
Is more painful
Than hiding.
Whether we hide behind;
Our bodies,
Ornate clothing,
Make-up,
Or piercings.
There is a storm brewing,
Building,
Behind every eye.
Hiding,
Beneath the Mask.