The Mask Poem by adam shipley

I wear a mask.
A mask fashioned of meaningless words.
At times people regard this mask.
They find it amusing or entertaining,
For at least a moment anyway.

Beneath this mask is a face entirely different.
The face that is formed from words of truth,
Words of meaning.

It is not that I fear to take off the mask.
For it is not a hideous face that lies beneath.
It is simply that none have the desire
To see the face that rests behind the mask.

Oh how I dream of the day
That one will find it upon themselves
To have enough interest,
Enough care,
To remove this mask.
And see the face that lies beneath.

For on that day
I shall toss away this disguise.
And never again shall I wear
A mask of any kind.