the way people act, the way they dress, the way they talk
their possesion, their gestures, their faces -
What I observe is their mask.
A mask that protects them from failiure, rididule, from embarrasment
A second identity from their own - an identity that persuades the public of their self- assurance in themselves
an identity that hides thier nature
I am watching
The public is watching
Whatever identity you present is the one that is judged, the one that is examed, the one that we follow
I too have a mask
we all do
I observe while under my mask, walking through hallways in which I see the others
What are we afraid from?
Why do we cover ourselves from other?
We procalim ourselves to be forgiving, to be understanding
Yet the at the site of our true nature we hurt it
I too have felt that hurt, I think we all have
But their are few who stand tall in their naked faces, show their true identity, becoming stronger
And what we fail to understand is that mask we put over our faces only holds us back
trapping us in, feeling as if we can't breathe - we go mad, we cry
Until the point of realization, the mask will govern us
the way I act, the way I dress, the way I talk
my possesions, my gestures, my faces
What I observe is my true being - a naked, breathing identity free from a covered past.
A breathing identity that stands against faliiure, ridicule and embarrasement
An Identity That Is My True Nature