No longer did she have to stumble about in uncertainty,
Carefully shielding her flaws from view.
The mask hid it all,
Allowing her to become the character,
Whatever was needed,
Filling her with confidence,
She wore it well.
So many masks,
Countless roles to play.
Until the day she removed the mask,
Only to find another beneath,
And another beneath it,
Like a Russian nesting doll.
And she no longer knew where the mask ended,
And she began.