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| The Inside Of The Mask |
| What is behind these masks I must wear? Will I find something I'll be able to share? Will I be able to face what has been For years deep in hiding along with the sin? Calm and professional was the way to be But to really become that? I was unable to see Unable to follow the path, I chose instead To don a mask, one worn even to bed Before I knew it the mask was hard tiled The mask was adult, though inside was a child Survival dictated that Self must be hidden and filed Though I shrieked on the inside, the mask remained mild For years I have gazed from within this shell Because to remove it meant living through hell All that would show were my inscrutable eyes They never knew that my feelings were lies But now they say it is time to be real It is time to be open and let myself feel Only to my dismay, I know not who I am! All I have is this mask, this sham! Will I be able to find this self I have lost? And when I do, what will I discover was the true cost Of protecting myself, so that I might survive? But now that way of survival won't allow me to thrive. 4/4/96 |
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| Child / Woman |
| On the street corner she stands No words are needed for she wears the brands Cold wind whistles down the canyon of buildings Child /Woman edges blurring becoming blendings Who is she? woman or child? Inside still the child, raw and wild Outside to men, she's all woman All those men leave her feeling inhuman Pain equals love no one can you trust Never can you please him, yet please him you must Cry alone, deep inside, let no one know Feelings can hurt you only logic can show 11/24/95 |
| " And Somethings odd-- within--That person that I was--And this one-- do not feel the same-- Could it be madness-- this? " Emily Dickinson |
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