I came across this poem again a while ago, and as most people do when they read it, I paused and then sat and stared at my monitor for a while afterwards, thinking and reflecting. It's such a universal thought, the wearing of masks to keep ourselves protected,and I enjoyed thinking about it all again. (Yes, I enjoyed thinking. I never claimed to be normal.) I remember writing a poem in college about the wonder of friends who were not fooled by the smile on my face. They were rare, still are rare, and I treasure them.
Here is my fave part of the poem. Good stuff.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,with a facade of assurance withoutand a trembling child within.So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,and my life becomes a front.I tell you everything that's really nothing,and nothing of what's everything,of what's crying within me.So when I'm going through my routinedo not be fooled by what I'm saying.Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,what I'd like to be able to say,what for survival I need to say,but what I can't say.