I Fear
I
Fear
This
hypocritic mask I wear
To
cloak the me who’s really there.
I
hide behind
A
bitter blind.
I
fear to love and hope and care.
About
my visage wreaths a red,
Deep
aura of the things I’ve said.
Some
words untrue
I
can’t undo.
I
fear the truth for which I’ve bled.
The
fear has cloaked my every word
As
“He said.” “She said.” I am heard
And
nothing claimed
I
fear the blame and am deterred.
Naught
is worse than to be known
And
by another to be shown
That
on my face
A
mask is placed.
I
fear this crooked mind to own.
Yet
if I only would but share
This
heavy load of fearful care:
I’d
be set free
To
just be me
I
fear – this is the mask I wear.
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Okay, scratch that, I think THIS is one of your best poems!!!!! Wow, and the story it tells is just amazinggggggg! *applauds wildly*
ReplyDeleteThank you! I really didn't think it was good . . . but thanks!
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