The poem shows that we wear different masks. The poem shows that we wear different masks.
Don't be afraid to take you mask off there aren't any mirrors here Don't be afraid to take you mask off there aren't any mirrors here
On the demise of Mrs. Tripathy, my neighbour, a concourse of people gathered On the demise of Mrs. Tripathy, my neighbour, a concourse of people gathered
Walking this path divergent enough Far from being smooth causing huff and puff Ludicrously odd... Walking this path divergent enough Far from being smooth causing huff and puf...
You do not have to wear a mask so that others will accept you. You do not have to wear a mask so that others will accept you.
Take me where Faces are not just masks Take me where Faces are not just masks