Hazy faces in the crowd (poem) | black-circle-studio

Hazy Faces in the Crowd - a poem by Gareth Doble

(written while still in high school, many years ago)

Standing in the crowd,
I see all your faces, obscured by all your masks
Hiding from yourselves, showing your desires,

Wasting precious time,
Making yourself look pretty, or we may not accept you.

Look at him, lets be like that, oh yes

There with you all but still alone,
Everyone trapped in the confines of their masks
Our costume straitjackets binding us to our groups

Everyone a cliché
Everything a uniform
Ever conforming

The hypocrite messenger, I am
Could someone only take away
that mask which is my own