What would happen
If I took off my mask.
The one which acts as a spider web;
Carefully spun around me
Using the fine silver threads of rumours and expectations.
History and ambition.
Lies and promises.
Knowledge and faith.
I seem to fear taking off my mask;
Or I try to, and fail.
And so, in the attempt
To right my wrong of not revealing
Myself
(Althoust I am yet unsure
Whether it is a wrong or not);
I try to look deeper than the hazy
Silver shell that
Surrounds others.
Sometimes I am in the midst
Of laughing, or crying,
Or merely talking
And I wonder,
Is this really me?
Here, doing this?
Are these my hands?
Is this my voice?
What a fool I have been.
It seems very unreal.
Me.
As if looking through another’s eyes.
What would happen if I shed my mask?
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
