My Mask

I wrote a poem for english class, tell me what you think about it...

My mask

My mask is sadness,
My mask is hatred,
What is your mask,
How will I ever know?

I have a mask,
You have a mask,
The world has a mask,
A mask that hides its fear.

We all have masks of many sorts,
We have happiness and sadness,
But sometimes hatred,
Like I, with masks beyond my control.

My masks change everyday,
when I go from place to place,
or when I awake each morn,
it confuses those around me.

Your masks keep their pace,
When you go from place to place,
and when you awake each morn,
it never confuses the people around you.

The world's masks are different,
sometimes they change,
sometimes they don't,
that's the mystery.

My masks cannot be broken,
I am my masks and they are me,
They are my heart and soul,
They are my life.