I want to rip it off.

Does not matter if it has become your face by now.

The blood can fly.

Does not matter if it is yours or mine.

As long as it is no longer a part of you.

Destroyed beyond use.

***

I was so confused when I realized that you wore one.

I never knew what your face actually looks like to begin with.

The only clue was that you reported a different world to others.

One I never saw.

Facts that I knew were not correct for myself.

When questioned, met with a confused denial that made me doubt memory and perspective.

***

In the world you see through the mask you have superpowers.

Never wrong and polished to a perfect shine.

A person that the world cannot exist without.

Forever in debt and control.

Where you are worshipped.

Idolized beyond what is earned.

***

But I cannot remove the mask myself.

Only you can and that will never happen.

So I am left to dream of your real face being exposed.

All the rest of the world seeing what reality I experience.

But I am forced to leave you to your mask.

Left to dream of the comfort it must bring you.