Masks

MASKS We wear a mask that hides our eyes. We wear a mask that cheers and lies. We hurt, we cry, we hide our file. With bleeding, beat up hearts, we smile. We act so right. We look so good. But friends, I ask you. "Don’t be fooled! I wear a mask. I wear so many. But who I am, doesn’t fit any. Got one for school, for church, for home. But who am I when I’m alone? “I’m hurt”, “I doubt”, “I can’t”, “I’m weak” ‘I’m insecure”, ‘’Alone”, I’m sick” “I need approval”, “I’m depressed” …But I just got to look my best! I try so hard to make a good impression. And do it well, as if it’s my profession. I laugh it off... “I got it all together!’’ As if my mood doesn’t depend of weather. And life goes on… I find myself, again, Lost and confused, of who I really am? What if the point of living in disguise? What is the purpose of my constant lies? I seal the natural and bring forth the fake. Trying to cover up the deeper ache. When will I finally realize? These masks, they keep me paralyzed! “I’m stuck”, “I’m torn”, “I can’t move on!” Lord, help me leave this hopeless zone! To You I bring all my distress! All masks, All failures, All my mess! You see me Father inside out. Your love is true, without a doubt! Make masterpiece, out of my mess. So only You I will impress!