Under the Mask

Who am I trying to be, always trying to please, it's become so hard, to take off this mask. I want to look deep within, to see what's really inside, but each time I try, I find another reason to hide. I pretty much know I'm broken, to many pieces taped together, dropping off here and there, I pick em up quickly out of fear. I'm a man, got to be strong, hold your shyt together, show a pretty picture for the world, yet holding on by a tether. I'm so hard on myself, never time to be free, I can't be complacent, too many people rely on me. Constantly battling, between virtues and beliefs, social conscious, usually dictates. Under this mask, that i'm trying to pull off, I guess has to be a child, that wasn't allowed to grow up. M.Mahauariki © 2012