I walk. You walk. We walk. They walk.
Inside our heads the sharp edges of a knife
brushes against memories, scraping the inside.
I smile. You smile. We smile. They smile.
A thousand watts of light blinds our eyes
when there is complete darkness inside.
When it's night, we put our mask aside
hoping we'd never have to wear it again
but in the morning, it is a routine to hide.
© Jaspreet mann