Written for Flash! Friday
Dead, glassy eyes, begging to be awoken.
Built on lies, covered with secrets, decorated with tears.
Tied on with feathery strings constructed of fear.
A handful of angry red.
A bowl of prideful yellow.
A cup of envious green.
A bucketful of ice-hearted blue.
The colors swirl into one mask resting on my face.
I walk with the rest of the world, masks so normal.
I walk with the rest of the sleeping world, begging to be awoken.
Wake me, I beg.
Though I do not know it, I’m trapped in a shell.
And only those who know no shell can open it up.
But does anyone?
Does anyone not have a mask?
Is there no one who does no evil?
For every mask conceals.