Through tear-brimmed eyes
I watch you -
Like a frightened rabbit.
I see the panic in your eyes
Fists clenched
Knuckles white
From holding onto your secrets too long.
A treasure trove of emotions
Stunted for a lifetime
Pinned down like a naughty boy
Till they forget how to be.
Macho Man?
Emotional cripple.
My body is wracked with pain
My soul weary of pleading
With the Man behind the Mask
('Happy Family Man' Has It All.)
Can you hear me shouting?
Can you hear me scream?
From this ocean of emotion
I plead for our marriage
But still you run from us
From yourself
And always the Mask holds your smile.
Once again
My raw insides are strewn bleeding
Before the stone statue that is you.
Your eyes scream ' Don't Go' as I leave.
'Say something'
I hear myself whisper,
'Stop me, please....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jane! Yes! And all the things we run from we carry with us in our masks.... David