Another Free Form Poem |
The makeup that I wear keeps you out, it keeps me in Heaven forbid that you see the real me, for you would not like me I wear my bravado like a badge of courage to keep you at bay I hide my fears, lest they allow you to devour or destroy me The makeup that you wear serves a like purpose The never ending battle to play social hide and seek I dare not give you a hint of who I really am, you will not understand My fragility, my own sense of self does not work in this world The masks that we wear, layered one on top of the other Lest one slip off and we are discovered for whom we really are Another underneath protects me from you and you from me Stripped down naked is not all that appealing a thought for me My psyche devoid of the real truth of who and what I am Me a man, capable of great love and murder all in one package Builder of great things, destroyer of lives when the mood strikes me Tender to a fault, compassionate to a degree, always hiding Full of fear that you may find me out and hate what you see Try as I do, I cannot remove all of the masks and makeup They regenerate themselves like a scab on a wound, covering it up A self-protective device that happens without thought or effort Why can't I show you the real and true me and vice-versa How does this fear manifest itself and hold such power over me? I know not, I know that it does and will continue to do so Despite my best efforts to subdue and overcome it Years of reading, counseling and professional help have hardly dented it The makeup of the mask is hard as the surface of an occluded diamond Impervious to all attempts to diminish it, peer into it or wear it down I know what I am but you cannot, for you would not fully understand As we might surmise, we are not that much different under the facade Our behaviors both good and despicable are not unique to oneself We don't share them lest embarrassment overcome each of us Shame is a powerful thing that we each fear, guilt its sibling The rules of life and society deter us from showing who we really are My innermost thoughts have the capacity to have me committed, I dare not share those Confinement and psychotropic medication have little appeal, electroshock a no-no Temporary answers to lifelong questions and conditions, the mask will regenerate |