The Face

It’s unbearable, being me. Very hard and difficult Trying to put on the face for faces To please people of different Races and places and tastes I know to laugh when the Punch line is given, to thank when I’ve been given, even for the smallest of things. I know to cry when Others are grieving, to puzzle over Others confusion, yet never tell them That they, in fact, were in the wrong. I want to know when I can Laugh and cry for me. Is it so much to ask for? Is it too late to turn back now? Is it rude to take off my face, And show them the soul underneath? Will the world crumble under me For doing such an unforgivable thing I find it harder every day, To take off the face, Even when I am alone. Shall I die with such a fake face? I do not want to. No! I refuse to meet my Maker At his heavenly gates, as a stranger With someone else’s face I fear he will turn me down For he will not know it is me. My Heavenly Father will not know me. I shall remove this face while I still can, For I have only two beings to please, My Creator and me.