Me And My Mask Poem by manju shree

Everyday i wear mask,
considering what others ask,
that of a wife, mother, sister and daughter,
changing it from hour to hour.

Removing and unremoving hardly takes a minute,
for now i am an expert in the act.
Mask swapping is my nature now,
its no longer a business new.

Where am i in these?
lost in the divided loyalties,
torn in different worlds.

Many masks wear i at a time,
depending on the role i perform.
Which is the mask for myself?
if i think it loud, i know i will be labeled selfish.