Tuesday, January 11, 2011

My Mask

I keep my mask right with me, everywhere I go,
In case I might need to wear it, so that me doesn’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me; afraid of what you’ll do –
You might laugh at me, or say mean things, or I might even lose you.

I’d like to take my mask off, to let you look at me.
I want you to try to understand, and please love what you see.

So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes, I’ll pull it off, very slow.
Please understand how much it hurts to let the real me show.

Now my mask is taken off – I feel naked, bare and cold.
If you still love what you see, you’re my friend pure as gold.

But, I want to save my mask and hold it in my hand.
I need to keep it handy in case someone else doesn’t understand.

Please protect me, my new friend; and thank you for loving me true.
But please, let me keep my mask with me, until I love me, too.

~Author unknown but greatly appreciated

1 comment:

  1. Great post. I think I remember a Billy Joel song relating to this.