Forest of masks

I stand amongst an array of expressions

Like a forest of feelings extending as far as the horizon

Jungle boy, unable to communicate

Lost between who I am and who I wish to portray


Autumn ushers the fall of the leaves

And all those masks start to crumble and decay

Feeling naked and afraid, cold in the wind

I lay expressionless, shivering in a shadow of my face


Winter comes, the ice embraces everything

Snowflakes and icicles are the only thing I see

My mask turns to a poker face, my heart far from reach

Read my face a hundred times and you will only find what you seek

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