Mask
Mask…it is a word that has far too many uses. To hide, conceal, or overlay; even an object which hides a face so the world will never find it makes this word its own.
Despite the best attempts, this word still found me amidst my masquerade, removing the only shred of dignity I had left. What remains for me now? Nothing; save for a few shattered mirrors. Smashing them may have seemed an action of acceptance, but in reality it was merely a reinforcement of the loneliness that I had come to see as my only companion. I remember a small smile crossing my face at the melody of glass shards sprinkling the floor. It is the only mask, sanity, and solace I have now.
DH: This was a drabble I did as part of a ten drabble challenge. Please review.