edengraceti'm just a writer
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I used to think you could just take masks off.


by edengracet

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday.

I loved dressing up, getting to be someone else, just for a day. The excitement of choosing who I wanted to be for a night was intoxiacating.

What I never realized is that Halloween is aholiday of death

Falling leafs are just dead rotting leafs, we cut pumpkins out and wait for them to rot. We decorate everything with hints of death and decay.

A holiday where we kill ourselves for a night.

We kill ourselves in order to let a new self out. Every costume we put on we lose a little more of ourselves. Every mask we put on we lose what makes us unique.

I didn't realize that until too late.

I went to take my costume off and realized that I couldn't. The mask that had seemed so easy to slip on, now felt like it had been superglued onto my face. The costume now part of my skin.

I couldn't tell where I ended and where the costume started

Maybe it was because I had spent so much time figuring how to be someone else, someone better, I had forgoten to be myself.

I told everyone that I couldn't take my mask off.

They all looked at me like I was crazy. They all said that I had taken my mask off, that this was just my face. But everytime I looked in the mirror I was filled with a sence of wrongness.

So I did somthing about it

I started to pull the mask stuck to my face. I pulled and pulled until the mask was gone. I had done it! I was free! But others didn't think so.

They all thought I had runined myself

They rushed me to a doctor, while I was fighting to stay. The doctors took one look at me and strapped me to a bed and wheeled me into a room. Then the room went black.

When I woke up I looked in the mirror and saw another mask

I screamed and cried for a doctor, family, friends, anyone who would help me. The doctor and my friends came rushing in. "What wrong?" my friends cried. I pointed to my face hoping they understo

"Nothing is wrong." everyone repiled in unison

It was then I noticed their faces. They were all wearing masks. I screamed hoping someone would save me. More people poured into the room, all wearing masks.

"Now you're just like us." everyone said

But I'm not

I hope you read this, and start looking for the masks on yourselves and others. Who knows, maybe this will save you.

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@sleeplesstruths Thank you so much! This is my first time branching off into fiction, and I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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@bernardtwindwil Thank you! I'm glad you understood the deeper meaning to this story!

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This was well written. The compelling words scattered throughout the verses paint a macabre scene. Those scenes evoke a helplessness. The theme is well expressed and to me, represent a universal truth. Great poem!!!!

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This is amazing @edengracet