The Mask

 

Why is it that we all hide under a mask?

To feel the need to hide under the face of another?

I won’t be a hypocrite.

I will admit to it.

Everything I wear, everything I do is always influenced by this question:

What will people think seeing me like this?

Why is it that this one question is so impactful on a life?

Why do we fear the thoughts of other people?

Afterall, we are people too.

We breathe the same air they do.

We walk the same sidewalk as they do.

For goodness sake, we live in the same world!

And yet, we don’t.

 

Each of us has a story that the person next to us doesn’t know.

Regardless of who they are,

friend or teacher or parent or enemy,

they don’t know a side of us that only oneself may know.

There’s a door between the world and me,

hiding all that isn’t meant to be seen.

Sometimes I wonder, I truly wonder

are there others that think like me?

Do we all hide behind a mask,

or is it only just me?

See once again creeps in conformity,

but I know deep in my heart.
There is always a side a person never shows,

a part that won’t see the light of day.

 

We’re all like a coin: good or bad.

What people think of us is what we show.

So think for a moment,

Which do  you show

the good or bad to the world?

The part that should’ve been seen

or

the part that shouldn’t be seen.