via Hideout

 

We wear our masks to cover our horrors.

We hide in shadowy shells so no one can see our vulnerabilities.

We want safety.

We need assurance.

Masks that cover half a face reveal the owner is more open

Than someone beneath of dark one.

Someone in a vibrant mask is cheerful,

But often has splashes of black or red or blue: A buried secret.

An animal mask leads to beastial tendencies underneath.

A violent mask full of orange, red, yellow, black.

Aggression problems.

Blue, gray.

Lonely.

White.

Searching for self-identity.

There’s a lot you can tell from someone’s mask.

Mystery surrounds the dancing, moving, writhing bodies.

You just have to learn how to read them.

Strangers.

Midnight.

It’s time for the masks to come off.

Who am I?

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