We all have demons,
but how often do we take off our red mask
showing just how they get the best of us?
The mask may be imaginary,
but it's a growing problem
sitting in the pews at the church of
"Can you help me please?"
Yet most don't ever know,
or can't even admit it's needed.
It's sad how we're so quick to criticize
but can't admit our own imperfections
or even begin to decipher our daily demons
because we're too busy masquerading around in red.
While we're ignoring our harsh realities, dancing
our way through life, internally
wounded and deteriorating underneath-
what I fear most about all of this
is how many of us are unaware
we're wearing a mask at all.