Masks

I look in the mirror

What do I see?

Myself as I am?

Me as I appear?

The outer shell, 

That contains nothing?

The inner core, 

Shining out?

I look into your eyes. 

What is there?

Muscle, tissue, 

Chemical reactions?

The soul staring out

Through tinted panes?

Beauty pooling through

Yet, still contained?

Maybe it is but a farce

Faces may be just masks

Hiding our souls, 

From us, 

From them, 

And those we love. 

What would people think 

If our souls lay unmasked

Or perhaps I should ask

What would we be?

Poem 59 ~ 12/14/2012