Shapeshifters

Shapeshifters

When the Sun rises,

some people go and  pray.

Instead we choose our faces,

for another long day.

...

We play "guess who" with people all day long,

Whom do you see? 

Which mask?

Happy?

Sad?

Fearful?

Strong?

...

"I love your personality!"

Thank you, it is yours.

Because in sad reality

We turn into damn mirrors.

...

But who are, like for real?

I guess just children

that need to be heal(ed)

...

Loosing ourselves

in the oceans

of fakeness

that will never

end.

And why? 

Is it all in our head(s)?

...

We are the ones who change reality

out of banality.

Putting our masks away, 

let days sink in.

When Sun sets and peole pray,

We change our skin.

Author's Note

Just bunch of thoughts