every human crafts their own facades—
a personal set of social masks.
Masks that hide in plain sight—
a deceptive illusion of things we are not
things we pretend to be
things we wish we were
so we can protect the weaknesses beneath.
unsought for traits
imperfections so desperately pushed away—
the makeup of what rightly defines an individual
all hidden behind a false face.
brittle in nature
with cracks and faults so delicate
that they can crumble away
with one mistaken moment in time.
Though, we go on
that the truthful vulnerability will vanish
that the masks will uphold—
that we absorb the fictitious facades
we so naturally create.