Don't be fooled my me.
Don't be fooled by me,
For I wear thousands mask,
That I am afraid to take off,
And none of them are me.
Pretending is the art that a second nature with me,
But don't be fooled,
I give the impression that I am secure, that's all OK.
Confidence is my name and coolness is my game.
That the waters calm, and I am in command, that's I needs no one.
But don't be fooled by me.
My surface may be seem smooth, but my surface is masky.
Beneth dwels the real me in confusion, in fear, in in lonelyness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know this.
I pannic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That is why I wear a mask to hide behind, to help me pretend.
To shield me from the glance that knows.
But such glance is precisely what I need,
My only salvation and I know it.
That is it if's followed by self acceptance,
If followed by love.
Is the only thing that can assure me, if I can't assure myself.
That I am worth something.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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