When I think of mask I think of something covering up your face and the poem, we wear the mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar comes to mind. The introductory words of the poem, “We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.” How often do we wear mask to cover how we are truly feeling? We smile when we are hurting inside, sick, broken. I’ve been there, smiling to keep from crying or to prevent from someone asking the question, are you okay? Sometimes…
