Entry 30: Masks

You wear a mask,

And so do I.

You may not see it, but it's there.

It's an invisible mask of pain,

An invisible mask of maybe a little too much experience

At too young an age.

My mask is hidden,

While yours is tangible.

I don't let them know who I really am,

Only you know what I look like,

Underneath this mask.

What are you hiding from?

What is so terrible that you must conceal your face,

In the way that I never could,

But always wanted.

You don't have to take it off,

Because you've never asked me to

Reveal myself as well.