the story’s you form about me

where do they come from?

I can’t see the masks but I know that they are there
I see them. Reflected back at me in your eyes.
And by the way you reel back. Shocked when they slip

I can’t see the masks but I can feel the weight of carrying them all 
With me, always
To maintain your comfort and your safe understanding of the world 
And of my place in it

I try to unpeel the mask…