Once I found a mask and put it on.
It did not matter if I was sad or forlorn. People saw the grinning face of the mask and smiled back. I was thrilled, vowing never to remove the mask.
One day I felt tired of being mistaken for the mask. I wanted to be the real me. So, I tugged at the mask with all my strength, wanting to peel it off. But it wouldn’t come off.
Terrified, I cried. Yet those around only laughed.
Behind the mask my tears fell unseen as realization dawned: I was now the mask.
Written for 100 Words On Saturday 7 Prompt : MASK/S