Mask of Insanity July 24, 2011
Masks are a masquerade between what’s real and things hidden behind them.
Disguising one’s life behind ornate masks chances the fantasy and real mixing
confusing the two. Mask can be beautiful and filled with dreams brought to life.
What, when the mask becomes you and you the mask. Is this the mask of insanity?
I wonder did I just say that out loud or was I thinking it? Why are people looking at
me? Maybe they know I’m wearing a mask or maybe it slipped. I know someone
called out to me; no I guess no one is there. I am nobody, nothing at all. Have I
now gone mad? I try to check my sanity as fear creeps up on me hidden behind my
life full of many masks, confused and unsure; what mask if any am I wearing?
People and life continue to change around me. Changing mask often desperate to fit
yet filled with screams, tears, and fear more often. Only these masks can hide such
horror and mirror the fantasy from within.
Insanity at times just under my mask waiting to expose me for the world to see! A
masquerade of mask creating a fantasy filled life kept me from losing my mind. Being
safe behind these mask left me not knowing who I am. Always in life I wore a mask
not knowing what to do, now afraid I may be insane.
Life has always hurt and distrust is all I know as pain and sorrow filled my heart and
soul. I put on a mask to escape, to live and fit in. Now I wonder is this another mask
or am I Insane?