The Masks I Bare

I am silent 

I am silent

Thinking not of the masks i have worn.

The people i have been.

It is such a necessary evil,

these masks of mine.

One atop the other

my masks have piled.

a mountain lay upon my face.

i was free once.

This day i have known.

My face so raw, 

and untouched by the sun.

Aesthetic was its feel.

"I am silent 

I am silent"

i said.

As i looked through the clouds

beholding that who created love.

"I am free from conformity.

I have vanquished the ideal,

and destroyed its temple.

I am free my risen father,

and my grounded mother."

From the sky fell a mask

which then landed upon my face.

For i was then the worshipper.

A new mask I have obtained.