Don’t be fooled by the mask I wear, because when you go behind it, there is nothing there. Not able sometimes to face the reality, there are many different faces but none belong to me. Hidden by the laughter are the tears, kept invisible from the world, I hide alone with my fears. Things I don’t dare talk to anyone about, the unhappiness stays buried with my feelings of doubt. Private thoughts I realize I cannot share, wondering if I mentioned them, would anyone really care. For you see everyone wears the mask too, with thoughts and feelings remaining obscured from view. Everyone living their life from day to day, trying to deal with many things which may come our way. Fears that if we should let our guard down, this warm sensitive person, we hide, is going to be found. Sensitivity viewed as a weakness by some, and the real person stays hidden feeling alone and numb. Expectations of what we must be and achieve, will this mask be accepted, which mask will they believe. Times now gone of freedom of the press, for no longer our actual thoughts can we freely express. Choosing each of our words very carefully, worried of offending others who might somehow disagree. Memories fade of the days of yesterday, when we didn't have to explain everything we had to say. Must we all endure this daily masquerade, living every day of our lives like a parlor game of charade. Facing life and each of our daily tasks, secreted inside lonely people stay behind their mask. Where is that nice person we once knew, sadly, they are now completely hidden from our view. © Brenda Sparkman February 15, 2007

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