The Truth of Me

Something I wrote in writing class...

I walk into myself
Into the chaos of my soul, my inner being
Looking at the walls of myself and then myself
My truth and my masks

I turn to my masks, my protection blankets, looking at each one, giving each my respect, my thankfulness
I look at the one I use to cover my sadness, to hide the tragic of my life
I look at its rosy cheeks of bright red, the white of the teeth smiling at me radiantly, the eyes shining merrily with only sadness showing if you look too closely
Then I turn to the opposite of this mask
The truth of myself
And I think how can I look so desolate inside
How can one person have so much turmoil

Then I look deeper, deeper than just me
I see the mask that I want to be
Dark edges surround the edge though, suffocating me, a frown on the corners but as I close in there is a smile
A smile of so much brilliance it makes my heart beat loudly and my mouth to dry
And then I feel myself lifting
Becoming not a mask, but myself
My True Self
 

Author's Note

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all. ~Lord Byron

Reviews

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

This is a wonderfully powerful piece. I think most people wear masks of some sorts at verious times in there lives. Keep smiling even when your hurting inside. I can relate to this piece so much. Great writting!

[Christopher.Holmberg]

I'll reduce my rewview to one word. POWERFUL! And the quote you listed in the authors note...mmm