There is a mask.....

There is a mask
We all keep in our pockets.
When there is no escape route
We choose to wear them.
In truth, we are not lying nor intending to lie
But we just do not want them to see.

In reality we hate masks.
We wear them all day, all night
Until we get so fed up, we throw them away
Then we lock ourselves in a room
We speak nothing but silence
We see nothing but transparent air
We choose not to be there
We choose not to go there
We choose not to live the moment.

And still, we are not lying nor intending to lie
But we just do not want them to see.
We just do not want them to feel
We just do not want them to sense
We just do not want them to expect something
Out of ourselves, when we ourselves could not either.

And then, after the rain stops
After the storm subsides
After the tears get washed away
After everything that is broken get swept away
Into the winds, into the unknown
Then we get out and wear those masks again.