The Deformity of “We”

Masks. The wise claim we all wear them—some to protect and some to project. But what else can be the angel who wields a sword to fight our battles, and what else can be the demon who strikes down our “enemies”. Yet in those some, we fail to see me; for the mask has never been removed and the molding of it onto my skin has long been chipped from memory. Though my face and it may have met to form an invincible defense, now, no matter the strength of my pull, it has become embedded in my skin. “Be careful,” the wise utter, “because the mask you wear as a covering can quickly and oh so easily become who you are.”

—O. D. M

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