In the starlight,
We see the world.
Loud and obnoxious,
Quiet and concerned.
The people are like
Shadows on the wall.
Their images change
As the day goes by.
In each new problem,
They change masks,
Alter themselves
So they belong.
They become something
They are not.
They change so much,
They cannot remember
Who they are,
Or who they were.
They are hidden
From the truth within.
Cathy Marie Bown 