I was inspired to write this poem by Venetian masks, using them to reflect a sense of losing and/or finding your identity. A mask is worn to conceal one's face, which creates a multidue of metaphorical possibilities.

Being a teenage girl, it can be difficult to navigate your own identity when you are expected to fit into the societal norms of what it is to be a woman. As a result, a loss of identity can occur leaving you confused by your own being. This is something that I have struggled with throughout my teenage years; developing a sense of self. I felt as though I was trying on masks to see which one fit me the best. Which one felt authentic. But, as soon as I became comfortable with my own identity, I still felt a sense of detachment. 

Enjoy!

Alissa