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!
Copyright © Ruslana Mayster | Year Posted 2016
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