Masks for love, masks for hate, masks for peace, masks for war, masks to hide the scared one inside.
Humans can be very cruel, and more often than not, make no sense. I wanted armor, protection, safety.
But the masks are built of me, and become themselves.
There is no armor, there is no safety - just a choice of who gets hurt, and what gets cut.
And the lingering question of where, in all this futile search for safety, I ever expected to find love.