The Mask
The Mask,
putting on a front,
disguising,
protecting,
hiding the reality.
I don’t want you to know me,
to see me
as I really am.
I want to pretend,
to show what I want,
to hide my vulnerability,
to protect the real me.
So I show you
this mask,
‘I’m fine’,
‘That’s great’,
‘If only you knew’ –
Don’t rock the boat.
Don’t let anyone see,
the pain,
the hurt,
the stress,
the truth.
Don’t let them touch
the scars,
the reality,
the story
that makes me who I am.
It’s not pretty,
but it’s me.
Can I?
Should I?
Let you see?
Look?
Ask?
Throw off the mask?
Break the mould?
Let you see?
Will it hurt?
Will I be laughed at?
Gasped at?
Will you like what you see,
rather than the ornate cover?
Is that a risk I can take?
Or a reality that has to be lived?
Can we all live that way?
Face each other
in truth,
honesty,
reality.
Not hiding,
disguising our reality,
pretending;
but living,
loving,
supporting,
holding
one another,
in truth
and love
Couldnt agree more!
Thanks!