Masks

Last entry for National Poetry Month. Written for my creative writing class when I was a student at IUSB back in the 1990s …

 

Masks

12/1/93

 

I seek solace behind my infinite masks,

Searching for a different persona every day,

Several times a day;

Shy, shrewish (the taming of?), laughing, cruel, dull, interesting, creative …

Caring, rude, cold, shrewd, unfeeling, passionate ( desiring … WHAT?) …

Et cetera,

Et cetera,

Et cetera …

It never stops.

I hate the hiding of MYSELF to please society.

Whatever happened to the genuine me?

The damn-the-world girl I used to be?

I try to put on my masks as fast as I can,

But I’m too slow

And damned …

“You can’t act like that.”

I’m not an actor.

“You can’t do that.”

I didn’t DO anything!

“You’re gonna change.”

I already have — I don’t even know ME —

A chameleon constantly changing its colors,

Always conforming to belong.

Can’t I be accepted as me?

If I shed my disguises, would I have a face?

Or be anonymous — passed over without a noticeable glance?

It’s all a smokescreen, a cover-up.

Yeah, that’s me (or one of me).

There are so many of me (camouflages) from which to choose.

Halloween is a daily event for me.

Who is this me, anyway?

It’s WE. The masks are waiting.

They’re expecting me (we sorry).

Sorry? Who’s feeling sorry?

No one pities us, but us —

YOU.

We’re a part of you (equals the whole).

Time to face the world

(Or mask it with illusion).

What will it be today?

Another masquerade (a self within myself?)?

Day Number FOURTEENTHOUSANDEIGHTHUNDREDANDEIGHTEEN,

Specifically simplified: Twenty-two years, six months and four days,

(Take or give several days — your choice).

Whose?

Not mine.

Never mine.

I wear these transient masks for you.

Who?

(US).

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8 Comments

  1. Kip

    Not me! Nicely done.

  2. Thank you. 🙂

  3. Brilliant! (Of course, I already knew it would be.) 😀

    • LOL … thank you! This was an assignment for my creative writing class way back in my college days.

      • I hope you got an A. Your poems are always so filled with emotion, I can almost feel them.

      • I did, surprisingly enough … lol. I don’t do well writing to order. Thank you. 🙂

      • That’s how I felt on poetry month. LOL! But I had no doubt you sailed through with the poems you have shared. They are all so brimming with emotion and as a writer, that’s what you want. Great job!

      • Thank you! It wasn’t always easy … lol.

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