Mask

We all wear masks.
They are as unique
as the person wearing it.
My mask is a barrier from the world...
My shield from reality.
Once I have it on,
no one can pry it away.
Only I can remove it...
My mask is made of fear,
hate, and half~heartedness.
It overwelms me at times
what I allow it to do.
Only I can take the blame for it's deeds.
Protective as it is,
it burdens me.
The barrier between me and reality.
dragging me down...
Deep inside my soul.
I must vanquish it.
Tear it away...
Can I hope to release my mask?
Shall I ever know?