What-the-Gaff

I have a mask it is dark but colorful it is jagged but clean it is frightening but whimsical it is strange but somehow familiar it is a mask but it is not my face there are many different masks common shapes and colors and marks and emotions but they are not the same masks they are, some, very beautiful but all hide the true face i have lived my life behind my mask proud of the mystery what lies beneath but it is not enough anymore i wish to be seen! most days, i do not think of it i will lose myself in the worlds i have made where i can run and swing and soar across forests and deserts and cities and temples and jungles be