The Face

Everyday we wear masks to attuned ourselves with the rest of the world. We do this everyday that we forget our hidden self... thus, when we are alone, we break into pieces, for something that is hidden grows stronger everyday that when it comes out we don’t know how to deal with it... ‘till we are renewed again....

We live in a world
of glory and fame
behind each shadows
of pain and shame

everyday is a mask
that hides the past
of secrets well hidden
with every shadows cast

a happy face from now and then
a sadder face is always but hidden

a billion masks the face
with each take of race
had long been junked and gone
but wait! There’s more to come

some wore a happy face
like that of a billionaire’s gaze
while some a face of gloom
captured in the corner of a dark old room

these faces tells a story
of grandeur, luster and pageantry
I may not know what they were be
but none of them is me.


photo credits: the face - ho young choi