The Mask

Behind the Mask A story unknown to those deceived The pain, the anguish The stress, the troubled anxiety There's a glorious presentation It's a beautiful, wonderful life But when the curtain comes to a close You never ever see the emptiness they hide They're projecting an image A fictitious story they cultivate and sell The gap between “who I am” and “what I'm not” Becomes a nightmare - a metaphorical living hell The Mask is our cloths It's our rhetoric - its the color of our hair It's the car we drive - it's our screenshot It's the insincere concern that we care The Mask is hot - It's suffocating It's hard to wear all the time Its toxic It consumes the calm mind So take off the Mask Expose the seller of the soul The reality - you are enough It is in the quiet that you become whole The true self is screaming It has been stuffed deep inside Its gasping for air Ironically clinging to a false image to survive But as we reach for the truth Enlightened - the exposure hurts our eyes It's the beginning of a new day When what I think - and who I am - coincide The Mask is no longer needed We are freed from the self-expectations that we've created in our life There's only one thing that matters Only you can change you - and that starts and ends in our mind The Mask No more false pretenses The life now lived is embodied in all we do When we become what we once pretended to be Our virtue - provides the truth