Mask

He woke up.

A table, a chair and a cup of water, he saw.

Another day.

He touched his face, a mask.

How long has it been? He thought.

I don't even remember it myself.

A black and white world he lived in, with his mask, he has always been.

Everyday, he wears a mask.

And the mask changes when he talks to different people.

To some people, it turns to different appearance.

Some, shape.

And so on.

When he smiled,

the mask showed it.

When he cried,

so did it.

The mask shows every expression he showed.

But with different appearance to different people.

Why? He thought.

Maybe to suit various kinds of people, friends.

Loving to see people smile.

He tried his best, to make his friends smile.

His friends used to wear masks.

But not anymore.

Since they met someone, they can actually show their true emotions, true self,

they didn't need any mask to suit others already.

For only to the person they have to care about.

And so their mask shattered without them knowing,

it turned to beautiful, colourful dust, 

and revealing themself.

And so their life turned colourful.

He was always on the bridge,

staring at his friends,

one by one,

they didn't need masks anymore.

He saw happiness,

He loved to see his friends happy.

But still, a feeling of sadness and loneliness still struck him,

because he does,

have a human heart.

He was told once to believe,

and to wait patiently,

for the time would come when someone would make his mask shatter.

He believed,

and so he waited.

One day,

maybe one day,

someone would come into his life,

and make it beautiful,

colourful.

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Inspirations came from a song.

-Max-