The Masks We Wear
Where we hide behind pretend.
You hide behind a mask of pretend Pretend perfection and sanity While you are smothering Your authentic self for acceptance I have worn many masks Fake masks that never fit me Constricting my soul and my spirit For uncaring indifference The moment I extricated myself From its affective trap My wildness finally breathed Emancipated from make-believe Those who cling to the façade Will not be judged by me Your journey is yours alone Even if you need to pretend
This Rea!
Putting on a mask, and you forget the shape of your own face beneath it? This I wrote yesterday and you know what? That Mask isn't fitting anymore for some time...
I'm proudly wearing my own face. And that is true freedom 🙏
Rea,
This is a wonderful poem, one that I can definitely relate to, especially this stanza:
"I have worn many masks
Fake masks that never fit me
Constricting my soul and my spirit
For uncaring indifference"
I know what it's so like to try to fit into others' views of what I should be like. You are completely spot-on.