Masks
We all wear them, but did we ask for them?
So many layers
Donned in the dark
Without knowing why
Not knowing what —
These masks created themselves
Without consent
No permission given
~~
These masks are protective
Hiding signs of breakage
Unrelenting tears revealing
Fears crouched inside
A heart and soul confused
Under the overwhelming weight
Of being one among many
~~
Lonely, floating in a bubble
Watching the world go by
Listening to voices echoing
As if far in the distance
Though those who speak
Are but a step away
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The masks have hidden
Terrors of misunderstanding
And of being misunderstood
Words lacking, tongue thick with
Things unspoken, choked back
For fear of error, thoughts misspoken
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Unperceived, the masks have grown
Emerging with each social need
Each demand for normalcy
Every conversation on a moment’s notice
Without a chance to write the script
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The mask to hide the unrelenting urge
To scrub, to clean, to scream
Unwelcome tears of frustration
Manifested in the teen years, soon to
Learn that when it will not end
Just put on the mask and turn away
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Masks to obscure the marks of tooth
And scratch and cut, to hide deep scars
Of self-chastisement manifested then,
Between fourteen and twenty-one,
Remained for years and may not
Have slipped away; in fact, have any?
Obscure the foot that bounces, unrelenting,
Unbidden and unexpected
That same mask hides the memory of
The leading foot, toes first, a fault forgotten
Until now, or not so long ago
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Sitting in a loud place, a mask creates
An island content to watch the outside world
From insulated retreat, peering hesitant
behind fear-tinted eyes
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All masks, all the time
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I’ve begun to peel the masks away
Revealing who I really am
Exhibiting vulnerability, pulling
Bandages from wounds I never knew
Existed, great open gashing wounds, bleeding
I fear the masks, I fear the nakedness beneath
I fear the disappointment in my eyes
To find I’ve never known me
Beneath these masks I have not chosen
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The masks have chosen me
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They are not masquerade, but adaptation
A way for me to fit within society’s expectation
They lie, these masks; they say that I am strong
That I am wise, that I am comfortable in groups
That I am outgoing, calm, friendly, empowered
These things I am not; these are the masks
~~
Who would I be without them?
~~~
This poem first appeared in Bouncin and Behavin Poems on Medium
About the Creator
Suzy Jacobson Cherry
Writer. Artist. Educator. Interspiritual Priestess. I write poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and thoughts on stuff I love.
Comments (1)
This was so profound, poignant and is the ultimate truth. Loved your poem!