I hate how a mask obscures the wearer.
I hate how I have to make sure that I'm talking to right bearer.
I hate it when emotions became surgically white or surgically blue.
I hate it when I don't know if someone is smiling or grinning.
if someone has pearly whites or perfect yellows.
Losing an emotion, so physical and so profound, made us faceless beasts of the wild.
Gnashing their eyes at prey so clueless. Rolling for the innocents that went blind.
How can I show people I love them?
How do I look sad without my frown. How do I look angry without my sharp teeth.
How do I look, when all I can do ...
is bat an eye.