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Let The Mask Slip

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My Mask

I have had this poem in my head for a while now. It has had about 5 different titles as I struggled to try to get my message across.

Almost everyone wears some sort of mask. Remember when someone asks “are you okay”? and you reply “Everything is fine”, and they answer, “trying telling your face that”. Because you have not mastered the art of wearing your mask.

Most of my others poems about my life experiences would not have been written, if I hadn’t sought help to remove my mask. I also found out that I had to let it slip gradually, to cope with the emotional avalanche and tackle my demons one by one.

Like everyone I will still have a mask, as no one’s life is an open book. But this one will be a healthy mask for protection, and not to hide behind.

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This mask of mine I’ve worn since childhood.

I put it on to hide away my fear.

I wish back then, that I had understood.

The price you pay, not letting people near.



Reality I bury deep inside.

And only show my happy public face.

You only see the things that I decide.

No entry sign protects my private place.



I neither let people in or feelings out.

The pressure building up inside my head.

Release will have to come, there is no doubt.

To face it is the thing that I most dread.



I wish I’d spoke to someone years ago.

And finally unmasked this horror show.



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