Don't be fooled by the face I wear, For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks. Masks that I am afraid to take off. But none of them are me. But don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I am 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, Don't believe me, Please!
My surface may be smooth, But my surface is my mask, My vaying and ever concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, No complacence. Beneath dwells the real me, In confusion and fear, In loneliness.
I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, Of what's crying within me. So, when I'm going through my routine, Please don't be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully, and try to hear what I'm not saying, And what I'd like to be able to say, What for survival I need to say, But what I can't say.
Only you can call me into aliveness, Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, Each time you try to understand because you really care, My heart begins to grow wings. Very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sympathy and sensitivity, And your power of understanding, You can breathe life into me, I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, How you can be a creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to. Do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you. My long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for, But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, In this lies my hope. My only hope.
Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well, I am a hurting member of your family, I am the hurting person sitting beside you in this room, I am every person you meet on the street. Please don't believe my mask, Please come behind it to glimpse the real me. Please speak to me, share a little of yourself with me, At least recognize me. Please ... Because You Care.
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Let Go Of Yesterdays...Live in Today...Have Faith in Tomorrows..
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends--if they're okay, then it's you.
Well..somebody say something....cause my shrink is still incarcerated...
Ive got to find another one...right? lol
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wow, phil, as codependent, that poem really hit me
i wore many masks in my desperate search for love and acceptance.....i was the ultimate chameleon......put me on a blue rug and i am blue----place me on a red pillow, and i would turn red.........but if i were to stand on glass??? i was lost--- i couldn't pick my own colors...not until i got into here, and worked the steps......
now i know me/ accept me/ love me and i can stand up for WHO/ WHAT i am.....thanks for the GR8 share, rosie
i realy enjoyed reading that phil thanks.it seems most of the things i read now a days reflect how or who i am or feel,nice to see you on the board again .id love to be able to send you that ticket butt as it is there is a whokle lot of snow and cold weather here in pa.yes thats right im still in pa im going to try and get back to boston on monday if all goes wellany way if you want to talkim at the 814 number it be graet to talk ,benn getting to meeeting and doing well i supose im not drinking thats a bonus . talk to you later i supose take csre god bless
