The mask

I remove my mask
It falls to the floor
I expose my fear
My anxiety is heightened
Alone, and afraid
I live another day
I feel bare without my mask
The mask of happy
I am ok, I got this
Really, I don’t!

FOWC with Fandango Remove This, That, and The Other (fivedotoh.com)

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

4 thoughts on “The mask”

  1. Something I realized, then told a couple friends (none of us ever fell to the propaganda): most people wearing the masks aren’t doing so because they fear dying. They fear peer pressure. They are afraid to truly think for themselves. They cannot understand the dynamics of what is happening and are absolutely afraid to speak straight. As such, they are subject to mass hypnotism, which is what we’re seeing. It’s quite fascinating, but also very troubling, but explains so much.

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