I have two masks
Sometimes, they talk
One laughs as one cries,
And I just watch
One of them knows how to smile
It can recognize the jokes
And it knows not to frown
And it has never cried
Probably never will
The other doesn't know you
I don't think it knows me, too
It never seems to care about anything
It keeps staring out of my eyes
Looking at a gray world
They don't talk with words,
Or anything else tangible, really
They swirl into each other
And skitter through my skin
Often, I'm unsure which one is on my face
And which one in my mind.