We are all hiding something and all have a vulnerable side to us. It is this vulnerability that we so desperately do not want others to see.
I must admit that I am guilty of this too. I quite often wear a mask that shows a bravado that isn't really there.
Some of my good friends have seen through this facade and have helped in quite a lot of ways mainly just by being a friend. By being there and understanding.
I feel that these words in particular show that all of us need to look to GOD to give us the strength to carry on with our lives. To show us the way to get rid of some of the masks we wear. He can also help us also guide our children on the right path.
With his help and guidance we can all grow in strength.
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the mask I wear!
For I wear a mask.
I wear a thousand masks.
Masks that I'm afraid to take off
and none of them are me.
Pretending is second nature with me,
but I beg you, don't be fooled.
I give the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny, unruffled,
that confidence is my name
and coolness is my game and I need no one.
But don't believe, please don't!
My surface is my mask.
Beneath is the real me,in my confusion,
in my fear, in loneliness.
But I hide this, I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness
and of being rejected.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind.
To help me pretend, to shield from
the glance that knows!
If that glance is followed by acceptance,
if it is followed by love, it will save me.
It's the only thing that will assure me
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this, I don't dare, I'm afraid to!
I'm afraid your glance will not be
followed by love and acceptance.
I'm afraid you will think less of me
that you will laugh at me
and your laugh will kill me.
I'm afraid deep down inside I'm nothing,
I'm just no good,
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play games.
My desperate pretending games,
with assurances on the outside
and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter with you and tell you nothing
of what hurts me inside.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying.
Those things I need to say but cannot.
I dislike the hiding, honestly I do.
I dislike the superficial, phony games I'm playing.
I'd really like to be genuine, spontaneous
and me but I need your help.
You can help me by holding out your hand,
even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need.
For each time you are kind or gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand
because you really care about me,
my heart begins to grow wings!
Very feeble wings but wings!
With your sensitivity, empathy
and understanding I can make it.
You breathe life into me.
I want you to know how important you are to me.
Only you can wipe away from the eyes
the blank stares of the breathing dead.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I hide.
You alone can remove the mask.
You alone can release me from my lonely prison
of panic and uncertainty.
Please do not pass me by.
Please try to beat down my wall with firm hands,
but be gentle for inside
I am a very sensitive and frightened child.
Whom am I you may wonder?
I'm someone you know very well
For I am Every Man!