Masks

By Aiyana Abbott

Who am I?

I don't know.

I put on a mask to cover my faults, I put a mask on so others are proud and satisfied.

All of these masks cover my face consuming my being, And now I have lost who I am.

I am lost.

As I take off the masks layer by layer, A piece of me comes free.

I try to escape my masks but they force themselves back on. I am lost.

Over time the masks come off.

Two masks left as my heart begins to race and my mouth begins to quiver.

One left, my hands shake in a seizure-like pattern. As I reveal my last mask there is nothing but an empty soul.