Blind to the soul

These voices are harsh and menacing to my blind ears
The scents odiferous and pungent to my blind tongue
The tastes strange and alarming to my blind tongue
The touch rough and abrasive to my blind skin
The auras sharp and abusive to my blind sixth sense
And yet these things I cannot see
are sharper that what my eyes show me
the masks that everyone wear
to hide their weakness behind their fear
these macabre shells that my body sense
but I am blind my eyes see nothing of the reality before it
only the well painted fronts
on an insecure soul
so I ask myself
am I wearing a mask
or is my nakedness
being looked upon in scorn