Chosen so carefully
Each one crafted, hand-made from our own unique pain
Each one brilliant in its effectiveness towards keeping others
Out
A wearable No Trespassing sign
Expressed in so many ways
And yet we all wish to break free
That Part we’ve kept inside – the Real Us
Asking to be Seen
The outer defending against it endlessly
But there comes a time
Right before it’s too late
(like in that Twlight Zone episode where the masks become the face)
When we realize the mask that kept us safe
Is now the cause of our deterioration
But sweet elation!
You can still get free
You can step out of the box you put yourself in
Take the mask off and place it in the box instead
So the Real You
The one we secretly all beg for
Can finally Live
ariaphoenix 