"Paper Mâché Mask"

eyes blinking start to open, take one deep breath in the wide open, before feeling around to put that mask on for the day,

all melancholy mornings can change faces like mannequins, smiling with good moods seems to be the best disguise yet, 

glued plastered artwork is astounding the casts made fitting uniquely although quite naturally, seamlessly as one, together,

all this cover has a cost though with these mirrors being the river boats, always reminding of what you've covered along the way,

stood still standing there, staring at this new strangers empty glares, come back with full force and straight on deception, 

forever when looking in this mirror, why does it show someone else so crystal clear, as the paper mâché mask sits alone on the night stand smiling at it's shadow dancing on the wall.