A Terrible Trivium

I sit here, in the shade
Colouring over a blank face
In a corner of a forgotten room
A silent, solitary place.

I am surrounded, fully
By a multitude of varied masks
That I wear around, as faces
For all of my daily tasks.

Masks for the happy
Masks that are pained
Masks that tell a story
Masks that look so strained.

Some see me in sadness or pride
I'm an ever-mercurial moodchanger
But most see the clouded face
Of a darkened unknown stranger.

In Solitude, I am pensive
I can be annoying, nice or mean
Anything from angry and broken
To relaxed, and all in between.

But this reserved introspection
Is triggered by a question, one
Who am I, to me
If all of these masks are none?

In this swirling diorama
Of the emotions of us all
Which face, which mood's facade
To my inner beings call?

The 21 pilots have theirs blurry
And Gary Jules' is worn out
But which face describes all of us
When ours is concealed throughout?

I think within of who we are
A phantom, a masked secret man?
Or is the need to hide our feelings
Part of some higher plan?

As I walk about the faces strewn
I see a little mask, far away
Obscured deep among the faces
Hidden by the shadows' interplay.

I feel like the mask, it beckons to me
I pick it up and see
It's plain and grey and nondescript
But it seems to suit to me.

In this chaotic spiral of emotion
I wear the mask upon my face
A wave of feelings batters me
And fills in the empty space.

I see and I feel, emotional bliss
This one is freedom's mask!
I think, "Is this the right one?"
But I needn't even ask.

From all of our selfimposed moods and faces
I'm liberated, at long last
The blankness within is filled with warmth
Masks are now a thing of the past!

I've shut down the need that society feeds
To hide the truth in blank stare
Now I'm free to express as I please
My choice which emotion to wear.