One of the Crowd

There are those who live in a fantasy world,

but I live behind a mask.

Caught in a labyrinth of emotion

and seeing no way out.

There are those who wonder what's inside,

lying beneath the skin,

but I wonder what's behind the mask,

since being someone else for so long,

I can't remember the past.

There are those who try to be free,

but I try to keep closed my eyes.

Perhaps it is better to know,

but I, I would rather not see.

Taking life day by day,

there are those who prefer to live,

but I prefer to hide,

hide amongst the crowd.

They see me everyday,

bumping shoulders as they pass by,

but they don't know me;

they cannot see beyond the lie.

I am here, I really do exist,

somewhere deep inside,

somewhere there's a girl, torn,

with tears staining her eyes,

but there are those, including myself,

who would rather face the mask.

 

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Our society almost demands that we wear a mask so that we fit in without being judged by others just as messed up as ourselves. I find security in being behind a mask, but the consequence is loneliness and never truly meeting others who are the same as me. My best memories are those when the mask was removed by someone who understood, accepted and believed in me. My hope is that you one day experience that freedom to be, to be just you.

You may not write but your expressions are strong, emotional, powerful and a delight to read.

[ice]

Keep writing, Zyria...The eye holes in the mask will get wider, you will learn to see, without focusing hard. This poem is both restrictive, and liberating, at the same time...purging dark thoughts, through words can bring all your subjects into brighter light...
I suggest your read ( if you havent already) Dunbars poem....@
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw8.html

You are not alone with your thoughts, but I am alone with your poem, I'm glad you shared it with me.

ice