Masks: an epilogue

Masks: An Epilogue Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a 1000 masks and none of them are me. Don't be fooled for god's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I am secure, that confidence is my name and coolness my game and that I need no one, don't believe me. Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion, in aloneness, in fear. That's why I creat a mask to hide behind, to shield me from that glance that knows, but such a glance is precisely my salvation. That is if it's ffollowed by acceptance, if it's followed by love, it is the only thing that can liberate me from my own self built prison walls. I am afraid that deep down I am nothing and that I am no good and that you will see this and reject me and so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter to you. I tell you everything that's really nothing of what is everything that's crying inside me. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying. I would really like to be genuine, spontaneous and me.. You've got to hold out your hand. Each time you're kind, gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings but wings nonetheless. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, you alone can release me from my shallow world of uncertainy. The nearer you approach, the blinder I may strike back, but I am told that love is stronger than strong walls and in this lies my hope, my only hope. Please try to beat down these doors, with firm hands, for a child is very sensitive. Who am I you may wonder, I am every man you meet and also every woman and child that you meet, I am also you. Copywrite 19881988, Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 04:54 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10