The library of masks.

I entered the library of masks and saw a

collection of vibrant colours, it felt like they were calling my name. 

I wore the red mask, my head clouded with anger,

like a small human being was constantly 

muttering in my ear.

I wore the yellow mask, my heart felt like it was being filled with warm sunlight, every problem I had drifted away like a

boat sailing off to the sea.

I wore the purple mask, the secrets of other people whispering

longingly into my ear like they wanted to be freed from

being held in prison.

I wore the black mask, everything was silent, almost like I had been transported into a void no one had access to. My body felt empty like a water bottle being drained.

I wore the gold mask, I felt like I was bathing in liquid gold, everything I own had been raised up in value. Like a bird ascending higher into the sky.

I wore my mask, I can finally be myself. Even though all of the other coloured masks were nice, this mask was even better. It was…me.