My mask

This is me speaking, please just listen.
I'm normally stopped from being myself.
Don't ignore me.

I'm stuck in a mask, It controls me head to toe. I mould to fit, like water in a cup. See through & worthless.

That's my mask.

I'm not like that, I'm happy when relaxed, I'm a human being.
I have a personality,
A smile, A smell.

But please for gods sake, don't believe my mask.

I'm not frightening or bleak, ugly or meek.

I'm bubbly, chatty, full of fun and beauty to all the ones, who know me.
The real me.

The one without the mask.

So look behind that parade of all the fakes it seems I'm made. It's not me you see at first.
It's a facade of falsities; pretence and well rehearsed lines.

Stop. please just stop & look with your eyes,
because when you do my mask will materialise & a revelation shall occur, me...
The real me, you shall see her.

The one without the mask.