Faces

Faces.

Sometimes familiar, sometimes foreign.

The differences and similarities being everything in this world.

Some as large as buildings, some no smaller than a fly.

Most faces change as fast as a second, or as slow as a lifetime.

Sometimes when the faces do not change is what we are the most scared.

We are scared if they do not change as ours, they steal ours, they lack what we find needed.

Some love and some hate the small differences as well.

A change of nose, lips, eyes, or teeth can make the smallest change seem the largest.

An extra splash of makeup, the dripping blood of a freshly defeated enemy, the tears streaming down.

No matter the change of face, we still fear.

The differences, the haves and have nots, the divisions.

Skin of white, black, green, scaled, chitin, or fur.

The masks be ever changing, even if the thoughts hidden behind then never do.