who am i today

the paper mache masks line the hallway as i strive to pick the right one to blend in to the crowd

the smile just right to draw nods

the slightly pained expression

fear

hints of horror

dread

i run my fingers along each with a sense of understanding

my own face forgotten over years of hiding behind strips of paper thin lies

the jester calls to dance and tumble throughout another day in an effort to keep laughter going and inquisitive stares vacant

i slip it on with a grimace as the sharp edges cut into scarred cheeks as it settles into place

bloody tears brighten the huge grin as i fall through another day