♥ Friday, July 31, 2009
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks-
masks that I'm afraid to take off & none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me
but don't be fooled, for God's sake, don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny & unruffled with me
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name & coolness my game,
that the water's calm & I'm in command, & that I need no one.
But don't believe me. Please!
My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask,
My ever-varying & ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weaknesses & fear exposing them.
That's why I frantically create my masks to hide behind.
They're nonchalant, sophisticated facades to help me pretend,
To shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only salvation, & I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
& if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls.
I dislike hiding, honestly.
I dislike the superficial game I'm playing,
the superficial phony game.
I'd really like to be genuine & me.
But I need your help, your hand to hold
Even though my masks would tell you otherwise
That glance from you is the only thing that assures me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this.
I don't dare.
I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh
& your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing,
that I'm just no good
& you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
With a facade of assurance without,
& a trembling child within.
So begins the parade of masks,
The glittering but empty parade of masks,
& my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's nothing
& nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying
Please listen carefully & try to hear what I'm not saying
Hear what I'd like to say but what I can not say.
It will not be easy for you,
long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong.
The nearer you approach me,
the blinder I may strike back.
Despite what books say of men, I am irrational;
I fight against the very thing that I cry out for.
you wonder who I am, you shouldn't,
for I am everyman & everywoman who wears a mask.
Don't be fooled by me.
At least not by the face I wear.
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Reminiscing @ 11:46 PM