His Mask

i smoke a cigarette, drink a fast cup of dark bitter coffee, and put on the mask hanged on the wall, a wooden mask that look like me, a wooden mask that i don't look like it.. i put Yazan on, a strange person and a strange identity, Yazan the one who knows what he is doing, the one that has self confidence, the happy, the smiley face, the cool, the calm... i light up another cigarette, look at the mask on my face in the mirror, check that it looks like yesterday, i recognize the one in the mirror, the same person, the same enemy...