My genuineness…they thought was a mask

I was taught to be genuine I was taught to be honest I was taught not to wear a mask. As I grew up my eyes got baffled with the constant color changes of the masks around. I stepped ahead to feel and love the faces I saw and the images that were behind the beautiful faces baffled my heart. People thought my genuineness is a mask in itself. They used weapons to reveal the real me. But, it was not the mask I wore so the weapons left me wounded with scars on my face.

Then I realized, we need a mask to survive, even the snail uses a shell to hide. So now even I wear it, even I change colors, even the real me prefers to hide inside..the only reason is even I have to survive.