My sister in Mrs. Byrne's English said it was too difficult to come up with a good non-rhyming poem that answers why people hide behind masks. The only rule was that it had to be two stanzas maximum and this is what I came up with in 5 minutes.
Fragile
Vibrant colors, lights with joy,
Deep holes with sorrow,
Curious critters, and loyal, bold souls.
They are fragile like glass,
And exposed limb from limb.
They fear taking off their mask
and being attacked and broken.
