As I sit here writing these words, I put on my mask of crystal glass.
Though clear and all-seeing, it hides my face,
I can put on whatever face I decide suits me.
I can be from anywhere, look like anything.
France, India, Brazil, Guatemala,
White, Black, Asian, Latino,
Blue-eyed, brown-eyed, green-eyed, grey.
I talk and collaborate with other crystal masked people,
Some of whom I call my friends.
I must be safe from those who wish ill upon me.
So I change my mask.
I give myself a personality,
A personality I want to have, but don't.
A kind, ever loving, pure personality.
I wish I was like the persona my mask creates,
But I am not.
I am not perfect,
I am not flawless,
I am not always kind,
I am not always ever loving...
But one thing I am is human.
I am a human.
I AM a human.
But who am I with my crystal mask?
Am I as good a person with the mask than without?
That is up to me.
And it's up to you too,
My friends with masks of crystal glass.