Unmasked Poem by Petra Novakova

When the mask falls away in a Freudian slip
and all that's left in its wake is a blank page
soulless, ageless, faceless, colorless, tasteless
like a small white sticky note covered in doodles
or a cobweb of fashionable likes and dislikes
detached, self-centered, narrow-minded, weak-willed
images that are not enough to form a personality
then the maskless it becomes just another profile
waiting in a never-ending line leading nowhere.