The Perfect Fit

By Lena Quezada

We wear the mask,

A mask that suppresses feeling,

and displays only what they want to see,

And never what we want to be.

We wear the mask that hides what’s real,

Tired, drained, and overworked.

The mask conceals how it really feels,

To always be perfect.

We wear the mask,

a mask that becomes one with our skin,

And displays only what they want to see,

Until that’s how we turn out to be.