The Mask

I look at myself using a mirror,

Everyone does.

I look at myself and I put on this mask.

A mask of someone who I don’t see as me

I see a kind-hearted person,

Yet a ruthless one.

Whose ruthlessness must be contained.

 So I put on this mask to contain it,

The mask that most people know,

And I think to myself, is this truly me?

Is this the way I see myself, truly?

Am I a kind person who can not be mean

Unless someone truly angers me to the point,

Where the true me comes out.

Am I a kind person, who is ruthless

Ruthless on the inside,

Not caring for anyone’s feelings but my own.

I look into this mirror, at myself

And I think about changing,

But how would I do it.

How can I change the way I truly am?

Do I just cut off my hair,

Do I just change the way it looks.

Do I have to change what I wear,

Change what I have on.

The answer is actually quite simpler than that.

I can change myself, I do it every single day,

I put this mask on my face

I change little by little,

Changing the way I see myself,

Changing how I truly am,

It maybe be little, but I still do it.

Everyday.

Because I put on this mask.