A Forgotten Self

Losing sight of the Self to the masks we wear
One mask seeking out and attacking another in the chaos
A forgotten land unseen where the forgotten rot
Only in the darkness do we find ourselves
As the masks fall away we can learn to see
We are not as we seem, bundles of the past
Tied ever so tight to our faces
We look into the mirror and see ourselves
Our masks tied so tight
We see the past and mistake it for ourselves
We forget how to move and shift
That we can take off and put on our masks at will
We are not our masks, but we have forgotten
Know now, we do
We are our masks
It is not until we forget ourselves
That we might let go of our masks
Sometimes we turn to bliss to forget
Other times dysphoria drives us to let go
We use our tools called drugs to forget
Because it reminds us who we were all along
When we untie our masks and become nothing
We soon discover we are everything

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love your poem, and your examination of self. I think of myself as a mask-free kinda gal. However, like a water sprinkler that ranges from fine mist to jet. I do regulate my personality.
:)