The Guy Inside The Mask

I have a collection of masks inside my pocket. It is not a well defined collection. In fact, I don't even know which masks are in it at any given point in time. Sometimes, my pocket feels heavy, sometimes it doesn't. All that I know for sure is that when I reach into it, my pocket provides me with the required mask everytime.
These masks help me hide, help me console, help me deceive and sometimes even help me help. If you're curious about my real face, I suggest you don't get too caught up in it. Because I do not show it to a lot of people. We all have our secrets, we all have our masks. Let me share some of mine here.