Masks

We all where masks I suppose?
Many reveal themselves, others find in more difficult
I have several for every aspect of every day
And when im not wearing them I hang them up to dry
My wall becomes a gallery of fractured looks and broken smiles
There an empty hook where my soul hangs
Between, the comedy and the tragedy.
The Failure and the triumph
I am empty,   I have no look my eyes to look through they are like the abyss
There is no mouth to speak through
Every expression needs a different mask
And when they fall to the floor as they always do
They brake.
I am every one and no one
A joyless ,soulless,  wonder.