gallopingcowgirl

These words The ones you hear now I don’t want them I meant something else Something smarter A phrase that makes sense Didn’t offend anyone But it never happens I can’t control them I say what I don’t mean I can’t bring these words to life Instead I get the rejects I don’t like to speak them at all Even to try These words They aren’t what I mean I’m lying as I say them Forgive me, these words I can’t stop from flowing These Words But tucked safely onto a page   Not floating in a cloud around me They make sense for once Unfettered by filters of what I can and canR

Masks to hide masks to confuse. Under the guise of something else. You grow into your mask, a turtle in his shell. It’s protection; It becomes you. Now shed the mask, that shields your face, and who are you now? Raw and new Naked Masks are weakness, Something to hide the flaws underneath. But to toss your mask is to reveal yourself, Truly and completely. The self you hope others With their own masks still concealing, love all the same At least with your mask, firmly in place, they hate something else, not truly you. It doesn’t hurt so much, when they turn away, laughing. Or drift far apart like ripples to t