Don't be fooled by me.

Don't be fooled by the face I wear.

For I wear a mask.

I wear a thousand masks,

Masks I'm afraid to take off and none of them are me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,

But don't be fooled.

My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask,

My ever varying and my ever concealing mask.

Beneath lies no smugness no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.

But I hide this.

I panic at the thought of my weaknesses and fear exposing the masks.

That's why I frantically create my masks to hide behind.

They shield me from the glance that knows, the glance that figures it out.

But this glance is precisely my salvation, and I know it.

Its thew only thing that can liberate me from myself,

My self built prison.

That glance is the only thing that assures me of what I cant assure myself,

That I'm really worth something.

But I don't dare tell you this,

I don't dare. I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid you'll think less of me,

That you'll laugh.

Your laugh would kill me.

I'm afraid deep down that I'm worthless, nothing.

I'm afraid you'll reject me.

So I play my game with false assurance

And trembling like a child within.

So begins the parade of masks,

The glittering but empty parade of masks.

I idly chatter with you with surface talk.

I tell you everything that's nothing,

And nothing that's everything.

I tell you of what's crying within when I'm going through this routine,

Do not be fooled by what I'm saying.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying.

Hear what I would like to say but cannot say.

I dislike hiding, honestly,

I dislike the superficial game I'm playing with you,with everyone.

I would really like to be genuine, spontaneous, me.

But I need your help,

Your hand to hold,

Even though my masks will say otherwise.

It wont be easy.

Long felt inadequacies make my defenses deeper you get behind my masks,

The blinder I might strike back.

Despite what books say of men I am irrational.

I fight against the very thing I cry out for.

You wonder who I am?

Well don't,

For I am every man and every woman who wears a mask.

Don't be fooled by me,

At least not the masks I wear.

Note: this is not my work I don't want any credit for this. I saw and listened to it and I think it should be promoted. the message it gives is strong and I would hate to see such advice and philosophical work get thrown into a pile of unreconized work. i have no idea who wrote this and neither does the person i got it from.