Behind the Mask

 If I were to rip off my mask, my facade, the disguise that I don,
 Would I like what I see when I gaze in a mirror at my true nature?
 Would my will be so weak that I would cringe, or am I strong
 enough that I would be able to behold the ugliness of its wrong?
 
 This mask that I wear, which somehow conceals my soul 
 and hides my iniquities from the shame of sudden discovery.
 But I feel nothing and everything, all from this mask I cajole
 to aid me in a requiem of silent apathy of no possible recovery.
 
 A journey of solitary confinement must I lead, an illusory life must I assume.
 Over my head there floats a singular purpose, one that is to remain there and loom
 above me like an ominous reminder of my sullen fate and it occupies the spot above
 my burdened head, sitting there, gloating with an unseen malevolence devoid of love.

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[justjenn_2u]

To be able to look in your own eyes and accept means moving forward with accepting your past mistakes and future mistakes. To really know inner peace, take off that mask and take a deep long look in your own eyes. You may only be able to stare for a moment, but it will get easier. This poem was helpful to me at this time in my life. I am actually trying and working hard at being able to look into my own eyes. To some it may sound weird, but what lies behind the eyes - is our soul!