Whats Behind The Mask

I Honestly Don’t Like Me. I Am Strong But Behind Without My Mask On I Am O So Weak. I Am And Have Been And Will Be Superman For So Many People But That’s All Being My Mask. It’s Amazing How Behind My Mask I Can Take The Bullets With A Smile, I Can Handle The Knifes With A Grin, Hell, I Can Even Handle The Lies With A Laugh. Yet, When I Go Home And The Mask Comes Off There Is Nothing But The Shell Of A Weak Man That Is Struggle, Struggling To Survive, Struggle To Smile, Struggling To Even Care About His Own Life. When I Close The Door To My Room And My Superhero Music Stops I Can’t. I Simply Can’t….

Paul Lawrence Dunbar Sums my life up so well:

“We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

 

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!”