Mask Maker

I am an expert mask maker. All I wear is my craft. Everyone has seen me, but no one has seen me. But who is “me?” I don’t seem to know anymore. 

A side is shown to one. Another side, to another. Which is real? Aren’t they all? You are who you are by how you portray yourself to another, so is the “me” all of the sides? Can purpose be found in being so many? I don’t seem to know anymore.

People say not to limit yourself and to “be you.” Many hold no value is wearing many masks. So am I looked down upon? Am I not being me? Or is “me” diverse and changing? Doesn’t that hold value? I don’t seem to know anymore.

I suppose one can find value in something if it brings satisfaction. Am I satisfied with myself? I don’t know. Sometimes I talk, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I look, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I don’t. Am I satisfied with that? Some view me as outgoing, but some view me as a shut-in. Am I satisfied with that? I don’t seem to know anymore.

Many say not to care what others say. But if I don’t care for what they say, who would I be? I don’t seem to know anymore.