I happened to drop by my friend's blog and saw the entry tittled mask. He was commenting on the facade which people put on just to hide or for protection and that 'no one knows the...real thing except you and yourself...'. However, I don't really agree on it. Sometimes, one may not even know what is the real thing when one wears the mask for a very long time. One may have put on the mask just for protection against potential threats but as time goes by, one's real face is easily forgotten as more and more comments were made on his/her mask. One may end up believing that that mask is really one's face. The line between reality and facade just simply blurred. That's when you get identity crisis. Scary, isn't it? Just because you want to protect yourself or to hide, you get yourself into a big mess which you might not be able to climb out.
On another note, it reminded me of a poem I had written two years ago when I first stepped into an unfamiliar school, into a very different environment.
New
New faces
New places
New routines
But where is the old?
Old masks starting to fade
Leaving an inept baby
Fending for itself
With mixed colours of blue, grey and green.
New, soft mask
Crept slowly onto
old, hard crisps of the
old mask.
Once again cutting off
From the world.
