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Looking Up To Heaven Through a Papier Maché Mask
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when you went your day-to-day way, having to pretend.
But there's no choice: can you be yourself yet be accepted?
sometimes it gets so that you just want it all to end.
You grasp at a single hope, maybe it's the answer.
Can't be worse than the papier maché mask you wear
that you made from bits and pieces of what you see and hear.
you take the plunge, hock your life, the price is dear.
A year to pretend what should have been really is, (A lie?)
then weeks of pain, and years more of "is this you?" (A lie?)
A woman with a paper on the wall says it's you, it is!
But will you believe? The years past - maybe that was you.
People on the screen tell you she's right. But can you believe it?
But what do they know? How could they know? How it is for you.
Happiness dangled before you, you say it's a lie. Madness isn't it?
Deny your papier maché years - can you? Can you?
So many questions, but web-ghosts say the answer's obvious.
Maybe for others looking in, maybe it's obvious.
But what about me - someone on the inside looking out.
Should I believe, Should I listen? I'm scared. Can I? Please.
Comments
Oh, Bobbie....
...sweetheart....hold my hand.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
Love, Andrea Lena
Dear...
I could tell you that you are beautiful, your words are beautiful. I could tell you that those papier mâché years are still a part of you, but only a part. I understand that my words are not the ones you need to hear, the ones you need to believe.
We are all on the inside looking out. The hardest thing we do in life is understanding and accepting who we really are. It is the ultimate journey and lasts all of our lives.
Good journey, dear.
SuZie
SuZie
Yes
You can.
Looking Up To Heaven Through a Papier Maché Mask
Bobbie, your poem is the cry of ALL girls, here. How I wish that cry could be answered.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Don't boys count?
And you know this for a fact how? Frankly, her poem does speak to and for me, but i'd prefer to make that determination myself. Or is this just one more opportunity for you to fixate on the girls here?