Words

What are the words and titles?

The meaning we give and attach to each?

Looking and attaching titles,

Who are we to judge each other?

 

How can we do that when we don’t know?

Don’t want to understand?

What is behind the mask now?

Why don’t we take a stand?

 

A stand for who are what we are inside?

We don’t have to be alone.

When a million people is by our side,

Why feel alone?

 

Every title and word,

Enforces us to be someone we are not.

It is but a word,

That binds us into something we are not.

 

Don’t let us all hide behind masks,

Don’t allow us to hide ourselves,

Instead, help us break the masks,

And let us know ourselves.

 

Know who we are,

Know what we are behind the mask.

Isn’t that what we truly are?

The person behind the mask.

 

Reviews

[Sheri]

This poem seems to be split in two. The beginning makes me feel as if you are speaking about how we, as people, judge others. But then there is the other half that states we are all behind masks, being who we really are not. I think I understand it a little though. Is the second half stated how the accussing ones should stop their judgment and allow the judge to be who they really are, and not what people make them out to be?