You all may have read this before, but a post on the BHF site has prompted me to put it here. So true.
DON’T BE FOOLED BY ME
“Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face that I wear
For I wear a thousand masks, masks that 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, for god’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without;
that confidence is my name and coolness my game;
and that I need no one.
But don’t believe me. Please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
Beneath this lies no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant, sophisticated facade;
to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation and I know it.
That is if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself - that I am worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, that I’m no good
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate game,
with a façade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
So begins the parade of masks. And my life becomes a front.
Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet”.