Remonstrations of a Mask
Remonstations of a Mask
My face fits over yours
As if it was made for you...
This is, after all,
What I was made to do...
I am a mask- or maybe
I am a shield, it seems
Like sometimes
I am expected to be
Both things at once;
Either way, I suppose
You feel better hidden
Behind me...
Thus, I've become
Someone else's face,
Or my face becomes
Someone else's body-
Either way, you are
Taking my identity
And claiming it as your own;
I am the default scapegoat-
But no one pays attention
To the remonstrations of a mask
Claiming identity theft;
Of course, having an identity
Seems to require a soul,
And my eyes are empty holes;
They are only your windows,
So I guess I have no way
Of proving I had a Creator, too-
You are now standing before
The world, and tell them
You are... whoever you
Want to be...
I have become whoever you
Want me to be-
I never had the choice
To be anyone! And now-
They are all studying my face...
They are asking who I am-
But my Creator, while he
Gave me lips, never bestowed
The power of Voice-
So suddenly I am
Whoever you tell them I am...
Won't you tell them that I
Am not you? Couldn't I...
Be someone too?
Of course not...
I was only created so you
Could be anyone.
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