Masks
Each day as I rise from my bed
Daily chore I’ve come to dread
Which mask of mine I must wear
For God forbid my face go bare
Part lie, part truth in each mask
Made to help me complete my tasks
But lately something’s happening
Don’t know if I should cry or sing
The masks are becoming a blend
Each taking from each is the trend
I can see when I will have but one
Be myself when I am done
Then I won’t need to hide
I will even have some pride
But until then I will use my masks
So I can complete my daily tasks