What is This Mask?

Maxthevir on Nov 6, 2009

A poem about conforming to society.

What is this mask I wear so I can be accepted?

What are these hands? They’re not mine.

This body.

I’m like a puppet with others holding the strings.

They lead me.

Control me.

Make me what they want me to be.

I see people.

But they don’t seem to see me. The real me.

I cannot even put into words how I feel.

No one can ever understand.

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Themax on Nov 6, 2009
I can see you the real you Maxthevir
And I know how you and your words worth to me and for us,
please do share more !!
Thank you
Priyanka Bhowmick on Nov 6, 2009
dis world is a stage n we r the puppets run by other ppl..every1 is wearing a mask n has a real face behind it which is very scary..
lillyrose on Nov 6, 2009
I understand plenty. We are all puppets to the puppet master. Very nicely put. I am sure lots of people can relate to you on this one!
Hansika on Nov 6, 2009
well organised poetry. thanks 4 it
diamondpoet on Nov 6, 2009
I promise you every one is hiding behind some sort of mask. But most of us know how to get rid of them.

Hi there!