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
