Masks

Masks. Masks hide who we are. They cover up what we don't want others to see. Masks are armor, protection from emotion. We forge them in fires of fear to keep us from harm, from other people, from ourselves. But masks do not protect us, Just like swimming in plate armor, masks hinder us from living, truly living as we are ment to. Masks are not shields, they are balls and chains dragging us down into the depths, away from who we are denying: our true selves. They are a thin layer of denial over a festering sore, but just because we ignore it does not mean that it will go away. The pain does not go away. But a mask shows who we really are  because it covers our fears and our shortcomings, the things that we wish to hide. In a way, masks can be the most honest things about us because they cannot lie, only disguise.