Master of Faces

Im the master of many faces
I often show them in many places
Some are ugly, some are kind
Those who notice pretend not to mind

Providence ordained that she
Should learn to bear infirmity
And yet the face she wore that night
Disguised her flee from fortune’s blight.
Michael Edwards

These are the masks I hide behind;
This one’s sane, the other’s kind,
The next one’s brave, the next is glad
The list continues... it’s kind of sad.

It's a blur from one to another
Painted with paint, without color
What do you see when you look at me
Remember me but lose you memory

I am sick
Behing this mask
Bulging in lumps with colors


  • Anthony Stafford

    When I lay next to my wife she ask me which one of you will you be today with a blank expression on my face.

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