The Mask I don’t claim
my mask is not my doing
it is what others see
I did not choose to wear it
it was placed on me
when I was but a child
and told do this or that
I had to fit somebody's mold
so it became old hat.
then when I was married
twas still told what to do
I did not even know myself
just who was who.
now I am alone
my mask hides my shame
of never finding myself
or living up to my name
I removed the mask so often
yet it grips firmly to my soul
never giving a moment
to let myself get hold.
I care not for the things
I am told I should want
baubles, things, and play toys
do nothing to ease my haunt
I seek the one I was
before pain became my call
leading me down a pathway
to a dark and lonely fall.
maybe there is hope
in finding what was me
and showing this old world
I can and will be free
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I think a lot of people can relate to this.
You always brighten my days dear, thank you for so much!!
I believe that there's always hope......that hope NEVER fails......when all else does and that we all wear masks at different times in our lives..... well done dear!
linearly yours
Thank you Nana!
Hugs and Blessings.
Even though I found my old self, I can easily become 12 years old again when faced with my mother's or some other family member's opinion.
"Hang on to your life"