'Reflection' or Borderline 001

We will never know how people see us. So, we ask ourselves: is this a mask? My anxiety wears a mask. Sometimes the cocoons of my feelings are covered with masks. Even my independence has one, and I have no choice but to ride without a mask and without a face. Sometimes it is patched up, useless. And even if I take it off, I can see that mask in my reflection.

My voice is also masked in many languages, but if you listen carefully, you can find the secrets of who I am in the silences and pauses.

And you? can you see me without my mask?