Don't try to decode me;
Enter into any liberties,
Never try to read my mind,
So aloof cause you're not my kind.
You're a bore and so uncouth;
And you wouldn't know the truth
If it bludgeoned you in the eye-
And this is all more reason why
My words won't tell a thing to you,
There's nothing you can say or do:
Don't bother taking me to task;
I'm hidden well: I wear the Mask.
No treason makes my blood turn cold
No actions make my own less bold
Don't need limelight, in which to bask:
I'm self contained; I wear the Mask.
No one can recognize or know
The real me, behind the show;
The Mask contain conveniently
So I can be more vehement me.
I'll let you live if you'll retreat
Away from me and do not seek
To move the Mask aside to find
The real face that lives behind.
Worn so long, that now my face
Has rotted off, inside this place
I'm just a skull, inside this frame
Though once I had a living name.
I LOVE THIS! ! ! And so many of us are as you speak here....clearly obvious to all...behind the mask!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quick, is the assumption made by another! Yes, too true, we are never who, or what we appear to be, and that is what makes humanity what it is.