Be Real

Naked faced for sleep alone Still fearing the pillow will talk About how I really look. Donning masks before pants Keeping up the charade In this social masquerade. Asking same questions Giving same answers, How’s it hanging? Nothing much how about you? Does anybody else get tired of it? Does anybody else wish the world Was ready for real people? Who answered honestly When asked about their day. Yearned to pour to whomever may inquire Yet reigned myself back for fear of smothering, Few people are ready for the torrent of others. Everybody is lonely Everybody friendless, Not getting along with disguises How could we without? I fail another attempt to write myself away Drawing ink from my soul until the well runs dry, More proof that paper isn’t ready for some stories. Natural looking masks met with “Are you sick?” The answer is yes but I won’t say so I’ll just say, “Fine thanks.” Though it doesn’t make sense, Nobody will say so, For the response is on the list Of accepted things to say. Be real Be fully you and fully new Wake up and shower in paint thinner Let your colour shine Let the sun mature the hues And heal every bruise.