Mask

I was many people, took me a while to realize I was my favorite one

I looked at the mirror
I didn't like myself
So I manipulated this self
That has brought me no good


I put on a mask
For every situation
I changed my colors
For every canvas

I became
What I thought
I needed
to be


Yet


My soul was aching
She was caged In the body
Of this actor
Who wouldn't read her lines

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Words that could be echoed by multitudes! People can be more critical of selves than of others. Perhaps its a need to display confidence, discover what is thouht to be missing or lesser than wanted.

'I put on a mask
For every situation
I changed my colors
For every canvas'

Makes sense until you realise that not everyone in this world wants what is thought to be appreciated by others. To be wotsit: find those that accept both delights and flaws in those 'others' as they do of selves!?

[Arundass TP]

A psychological interpretation of a theory through poem. Good work