This so describes me totally. When I’m at home, I don’t need that face, for there is no one to look at me, except for my cat Mittens. All those feelings that are roiling around inside of me are there for no one to see.
When it is time to go out, I take the face out of the jar, and wear that one over my real one. No one then can see the pain, anger, sadness, sometimes rage, and fear, that I feel but are not visible.
What if someone saw the real face? Would they go running, scared? I think I would. When it’s in the jar, I only look in the mirror to brush my hair. I don’t even want me to see that face.
It would make me very, very sad, but then, I’m already sad.
~ van ~