Brisk expression, flyaway hair,
One of the morning masks I wear-
To walk the dog , to clean and cook,
And then I change my face to look–
Prim , glowing , grinning , smiling:
These are masks I use to greet
My boss, my husband, my mom,
And my neighbor across the street.
Last night I dreamt that Someone asked
To see my face in repose, unmasked.
I wondered , without the masks , the roles I play;
Who am I myself, at the end of the day?
A personality of my own I longed to see–
But dream turned nightmare: and I turned to flee–
For a black hole gaped — where my face should be!