Tell me, who I am

I place a mask over the face of my real self.
I play the role which disguises who i really am.
Somewhere inside you and inside of me.
Lurk our real selves, a static and formed reality.

There are moments when, this real self of me shines through- and out of me,
and there are other moments, when I feel compelled to camouflage my real self.

Is there a true and real person inside of me?
because being a person - implies and means becoming a person,
but the things that define me as a person are constantly in the process of change,
as my mind and heart are ever changing, as I am not permanent or fixed,

as if you knew me yesterday , don't think that I am the same person that you meet today.
I have experienced more of a life consistently, taking my swings at the opportunities of life and I have encountered new depths as I have suffered , I have survived and now I am different.

I have changed, but only I know who I am.
In my unrehearsed life , imprisoning fears, self doubt that cripple me and block the way forward.
The scars and the defences we use to protect ourselves from further vulnerability, tend to form patterns of action and reaction that eventually become so self deceptive that we forfeit all sense of our identity and integrity.

We act roles and wear masks, and the fears that we experience seem so intense to us, that we seek refuge in our roles and masks that become an almost natural reflex action - so it becomes difficult for us to distinguish between what we really are and what we pose as being.

If only our fears and insecurities which prompt us to assume our various roles - would allow us to be in honest touch with our emotions.

because -
If I tell you who I am,
it is all I have of me.