Monday, 1 June 2009
12:16:51 AM (GMT)
Does he see me... or does he see the mask?
The one thing that hides who I truly am.
I want him to see the real me,
The side of me he doesn't see.
The fragile side.
The gentle side
and the caring.
How can I reveal to him the real me?
The side he cannot see.
The side I want him to see,
The side I need him to see.
Does He See Me, or the mask that hides me?
The real me, a me he doesn't know.
Do you see me,
I don't think you do?
My mask is hiding me...
Hiding me... from you.
I want to be true to me
and true to you.
Does he see me or just the mask?
The mask of beauty the hides the real me
The mask of pride that covers the shame.
The mask of hate that defies my love for him?
Does he see me or just my mask?
A mask that compells me to deny
all the pain he's caused inside.
Yet, my heart yearns for him
Is that what he sees, this mask.
My mask of Self confidence that hides the internal conflict.
The conflict of my heart's desires.
And the one it desires, only sees this mask.
Anybody else can see through it.
All but him.
My heart's desire is his desire for me.
the heart wants what the heart want
even if it is impossible to recieve.
He's sees my mask and not the real me.
Why can he not see
I love him for who he is, and not the mask that hides him.
All he sees is my mask.
Must I show him myself to him?
Am I ready to remove my mask
and place my heart on my sleeve
It's a risk, is it worth taking?
I love him, that part of me I can no longer hide behind my mask.
All the beauty and hidden shadows are gone.
All thats left is me.
Does he truly love me or the mask I was once wearing?
The obvious that hid the innocence.
Or the fake that once diguised me...