The Great Mask, by Silent Mobius
The face I wear to
cover the face already there.
The lies told with a smile and a grin.
While underneath I cry inside.
But no, you will never see.
For I am like the tree
rooted, sturdy, and strong.
Hard to move
I stand strong when others fall
forever held onto.
Why is it that no one knows the real me?
Is it because I haven't allowed it to be?
Am I so convinced myself that even I've forgotten me?
Is this mask that has enabled me
to be like this overgrown piece of mere shrubbery
who I want to be?
where is that face that belongs to me?
Tired and lingering
as my mind, scraping for the answers
on the unforgiving ground scrambles I say
Let me now put to rest my burdens and sorrows.
My body aches and my eyes burn of no sleep.
The heart bleeding in my chest,
yet my lips carry on.
A never ending diarhea of smoke and mirrors.
My audience never knows
for like a true entertainer
each day I put on my mask and perform on stage.
Always on command and
always on the guard.
Guilded though I may be
Invulnerable I am not.
And so I hide my tears as they fall
silently upon my cheek
behind my display,
The Great Mask.
|Posted: 2008-04-27 08:44:59 UTC
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|I love this poem.
It made me realise a lot about myself and I've related greatly.