Work in Progress

Who am I?
Lost in my masks.
Things I need to breathe in this world.
If you scratch on the surface, be careful, You may open Pandora’s box
Once opened it will consume you
It will consume me.
Once opened there is no way back.

Pleasure to mask my pain
Smiles to mask my loneliness
Wisdom to mask the hurtful experiences
Masks to mask the real me and keep me from hurt – yet I am not whole