The Mask

This is a guest post by poet Robin Delaney. I'd like to thank her for her gorgeous photo and poetry.

The Mask

A thousand masks I wear
yet none of them are me
for I am buried deep within
afraid for you to see

Far below the surface
beneath the layers deep
my soul cries out in sadness
and mournful tears I weep

I lost myself so long ago
and somewhere along the way
I learned the art of pretense
like chameleons at play

Secrets are my game
assuming a new face
concealed by my deception
you think me a disgrace

Yet I long for you to find me
to hear what I can't say
to listen to my heartsong
and love me anyway

But there is no magic kiss
nor knight upon a steed
strong enough to penetrate
the better part of me