” Masks”

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a
thousand masks, And none of them are me.
Don’t be fooled, for goodness sake, don’t be fooled.

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I give you the impression that I’m secure, that
confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
And that I need no one.
But don’t believe me.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in
aloneness, in fear. That’s why I create a mask to
hide behind, to shield me from the glance that
knows,
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.

That is, if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s
followed by love. It’s the only thing that can
liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing and that
I’m just no good, And that you will reject me.

And so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter
to you. I tell you everything that’s really nothing
and
Nothing of what’s everything, of what’s crying
within me.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not
saying. I’d really like to be genuine and
spontaneous, and me.
But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out
your hand.

Each time you’re kind and gentle, and
encouraging, Each time you try to understand
because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but
wings.

With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your
power of understanding,
You alone can release me from my shallow world
of uncertainty.

It will not be easy for you. The nearer you
approach me, The blinder I may strike back.
But I’m told that Love is stronger than strong walls,
And in this lies my only hope.

Please try to beat down these walls with firm
hands,
But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you wonder. I am every man you meet,
and also every woman that you meet,
And I am you, also.

-Author Unknown

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9 Comments

  1. I’m suprised how much I connected with this post. I, too, often find myself wearing a mask just to fit in the crowds or to be accepted. Lately, I’ve been learning not to wear it as often and a result, don’t speak to many people anymore. But I enjoy that I could be myself without the fear of being judged or disliked.

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      • Oh yes they would have been translated I should think. If I find them in pdf I’ll link them to you. he is a playwright. HIs favourite play for me for a long time was “As you desire me” (the one that relates more to that poem you posted, I have th etitle tattooed ;). Also very easy to read is “Six Characters in Search of an Author”, with themes similar to another beautiful book (very short) called “MIst” by Miguel de Unamuno (spanish author). Then there is a longer story called “One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand”, still by Pirandello, about a guy who wakes up and suddenly realises he has a big nose… and all his life unravels and he sees behind the appearance of everything (he goes a little insane in the process, as we all would :)). Just make a note of them you never know. If I find them in ebook or something I’ll send them to you. Or check your library, Pirandello is famous enough that they might have it or order it for you.

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  2. Came across your poem while randomly browsing and it was no coincidence I feel.
    The way you describe it, the way it connects,
    My entire life came flashing like a reel.
    Quite impressed and inspired by your writing.. 🙂
    Keep it up.
    Keep 🙂 always

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