Underneath the Mask
I wear a mask of many faces,
faces of disguise. These faces are what the world wishes me to be, Faces I despise! They see a mask of joy, of happiness, of peace. The mask of laughter, of energy, of cheerfulness, they see patience and bravery. But what they don't realize or understand, or perhaps care to know, is these masks are used to hide what my true feelings show. They do not see that these masks are hiding the most vulnerable part of me. That with each mask, I'm completely different from who I hide, the person underneath. Under joy, there is a terrible sadness. Under happiness, there is pain. Under peace, there is conflict. Under energy, there is a drain. Under cheerfulness, there is anger. Under laughter, there are tears. Under patience, there is restlessness. Under bravery, there are fears. Now, the one thing I've yet to learn about these masks I hold so dear is why I'm hiding beneath them? What is the reason to fear? Am I hiding these faces from everyone, or can people really see? Am I hiding them from others or am I hiding them from me? |