The Mask I Wear

Am I who I really am?

Am I who " YOU " really see?

The mask I wear grows heavy and weary

If I would remove it you would surely cry

I carry the burden and I am not quite sure why

Underneath this fashioned life

I live with pain and strife

I am who I think " YOU " want me to be

but truly it is not really me

I am sure you would not approve of my thoughts or beliefs

They lie considerably to the left of yours and pretty deep

Am I wrong to feel this way?

I don't think so, who's to say

I go to work day after day

pay my bills I pay my way

I protect those I love as I should

I often given more then I thought I could

When can I stop playing this game

and be love for who I am?

When can I just be free of this mask I wear

for " YOU " ?

Serendipity 2005