I wear the mask of many faces.
I've worn it so long I do not remeber what my real face looks like.
While I sit here with my mask and mirror I watch it start to crack and break.
I finally can see the real face behind the mask but before I can commit the face to memory a new mask takes the old one's place.
I am left wondering about the face behind the mask and the only question on my lips is will I ever see that face again?
- Title: Mask
- Artist: Victoria Mirabella Gates
- Description: A poem about is it possable to forget who you really are?
- Date: 03/07/2009
- Tags: mask