Scarry Night

I am young.
I am still a teenager.
I still have time to make choices.
I still have time to figure out my future.
I still have time to do what I want to do.
But there are now things that have been taken away from me,
rights

Days are endless,
they are endless
pieces of time
that are organized 
into hours,
minutes,
seconds.
Most wake up 
in the morning,
we eat at noon,
we go to sleep
when the sky
is dark. 

My eyes,
they hold my experiences.
My lips,
they hold my words.
My ears,
they hold the sounds that have helped,
and the ones that have harmed.
My fingertips,
they contain the slight callouses 

You stare at me,
your big green eyes
haunting me,
as your life 
hangs in a small
glass
shell,
a glass barrier.
Your gaze never lifts,
your statuistic pose never flinches,
your confidence never withers,

A sculptor
stands at a 
work table,
staring at 
his masterpiece.
A face 
of an unknown
stranger,
sits on an armature,
staring back at him.
And, 
as he takes his last look,
turns away,

A mask,
like a heavy coat
of snow,
like a sweater
on an autumn
Sunday morning,
can hide many things.
It hides one's
thoughts,
it hides one's
opinions,
it hides one's
self.
At some point,