How dare you to live behind all these masks?
Aren’t you
tired of all these charades?
Aren’t you
weakened by all the weight you pulled during the day
Pretending
to function like a human, well put together,
Belonging
to all the wrong rooms?
How do
you live behind all these masks?
Don’t you
feel lost after all the games you played?
Are you
blind to the tears trying to burst?
Why don’t
you feel hurt?
Or maybe
your second skin is to pretend you have succeeded?
How do
you choose which mask to wear?
When do
you know you need to switch?
Aren’t you
tired yet?
Doesn’t the
pain weigh on you or is your numbness your greatest strength?
How much
harm can you take before you fall down exhausted by the “would it be great if”
in your life?
How do
you live behind all these masks?
Is this
who you truly are? – A chameleon, a performance well staged?
Aren’t you
too damaged to recognize the deep wounds - unhealed?
Or don’t
the scars matter to you anymore?
What if
every mask is a knife in your soul, perverting you from being whole?
What if
every show is just another lie you love to watch and hear, avoiding to face how
broken you have become?
Why is this
stage all you crave when the harm is bleeding you dry?
What have
you done?
…
How dare
you to live behind all these masks?
Almighty,
perfect human in front of the broken mirror – which mask is the winner today?
Are you
picking the mask of the strong one or maybe the unforgivable one?
Which
reflection do you call real tonight?
Or maybe
the cracks are showing who you are?
Nope,
you are not tired yet, standing speechless, one hand on the wall,
A new mask
in the other hand, ready to be worn.
Getting ready
for the next place you can’t belong,
A life
you can’t even call your own and still, you put the mask on – ready to fool
yourself, to disappear behind another face.
