Reality: Masked

Knitting my thoughts into words made me realize that a simple mask could mask the reality of the world.

That's how it came out:

From wearing me at the birthday party

because you feel I am very arty!

 

I am blessed with the ability to camouflage

Decluttering me paves the path to sabotage

 

Unearthing me can lead you to contour

which might lighten you with things so obscure

 

Initially I was to portray emotions

But the human race adopted me for different notions

 

To being on plethora of faces

"Can't divulge my favorite one", the mask embraces.

 


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