Discomfort, distress, disquiet, dismay
Simply from wearing a mask all day.
What is it that triggers such rabid response?
Is it the essence of all hidden under?
The façade that conceals all that lies beneath
Creating a sameness and likely deceit?
Are veiled lips contorting with sneers and disdain?
Or smiling with hope, or simpering in pain?
Does judgement dwell behind the curtain?
Absence of mask telling for certain
The lack of aptitude, instruction, and care.
Of this type all must beware
Lest death may come?
Is it the reflection from which we hide?
The cover that shields except for the eyes,
Eyes of those otherwise simply despised
Hindering efforts to distance, to detach, to divide?
Expressive eyes with so much to say
Mirroring doubts best locked away.
Vulnerable eyes of discomfort and tears,
Of annoyance, irritation, exasperation, and fear
In which we find ourselves one?