I wrote this poem as part of an activity given by my theatre teacher, Bruce Hanson, during my freshman year of high school. We were discussing the value of masks in performances & he asked us to write about what masks meant to us. I was struggling with who I really was and who I wanted people to think I was…..so this is what I came up with.
Everybody wears a mask
It hides mistakes and shields the past
It prevents us from owning faults
And locks our secrets into vaults
Somehow we find the strength to smile
While feeling pain that’s violently vile
Why should people have to know
About the pain we won’t let go
A mask can hide what we feel
And make others think it’s real
We laugh, we joke, we live a lie
And late at night we only cry
The mask keeps us from being true
And covers up whatever we do
But when we have time alone
We sit wishing that the mask was gone
So our true selves we can reveal
And let go of hurts and begin to heal
But unfortunately the hardest task….
Is peeling off the mask.