Hidden are
the faces around me,
like words tucked within quotation marks.
Some faces hide their shamelessness,
while others conceal their rage.
Some cover their envy,
and others, their pride.
Behind masks of smiles,
some faces have buried their pain,
while others have hidden
almost their entirety.
Every face is hidden
behind some mask or another,
yet still, they are deciphered,
just as phrases are understood
from within quotation marks.
A question lingers in my mind -
will these faces ever
emerge from their masks one day,
or will they always
pretend to hide behind their cover?
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