dont be fooled by me .......A Poem by Rayree ParkerA honest look at my #1 defalt defence mechanism through out my life, been thinking how long it has been part of me for?....as long as i can remember....*DONT BE FOOLED BY ME* dont be fooled by the face i wear. for i wear a thousand masks that i am afraid to take off and none of them are me. pretending is an art thats second nature with me. but dont be fooled please dont be fooled. i give the impression that i am secure, that all is sunny and smooth within me as well as without that the water id calm and i am in command and that i need noone. but dont belive me please................... my surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask. beneath this lies no common-place. beneath this dwells the real me; in confusion, fear, and aloneness. but i hide this i dont want anyone to know it. i panic at the thought of my weakness being exposed. that is why i frantically create a mask to hide behind. a nonchalant , sophisticated facade to help me pretend. to sheild me from the glance that knows. but such a glance is my salvation, my only salvation and i know it. that is if it is fowllowed by acceptance, if it is fowllowed by love. its the one thing that can assure me of what i cant assure myself- that i am truley worth somthing. but i dont tell you this i dont dare..im afaid to im afraid that your glance wont be followed by acceptance and love. im afraid you would think less of me that you would laugh at me. and your laugh would kill me. here i am, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. and so begins my parade of masks. at times i idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk when i want to be telling you all of my truths i tell you everything that is nothing and nothing of whats everything. please listen carefully anf try to hear what i am not saying. what i would like to be able to say but what i can not. each time you smile or are kind to me my heart begins to grow wings, very feeble wings, but wings. i need you to know that. when i am around you, i want you to break down the walls from behind whitch i tremble. i want you to remove my mask. if, through friendship,you choose to break down the walls, use firm but gentle hands for with out my masks a child is very sensitive..
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Added on October 18, 2013Last Updated on October 18, 2013 AuthorRayree Parkerthe coast that shall not be named.... , CAAboutI watch the world and it seems to flow out on to paper without a choice ... And yes..,it may or may not could have been bout u if it sounds familiar maybe our paths met ?even just for a second? .. I w.. more..Writing
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