A person can spend half of their life
To find out exactly who they are.
The inner conflict, filled with strife,
Admiring others from afar.
In the search to find themselves,
So many personas enter the mix.
Slowly, beginning to lose ourselves –
Desperately wanting a quick fix.
Then, we begin to wear different masks,
The old ones placed neatly on a shelf.
Throughout the journey, never once asks,
“Who am I to the one who matters – myself?”
In the end, it doesn’t really have to be that way.
Remember why the mask was put on in the first place.
The truth is, others will see what they want anyway –
Allow your heart to show your true face.
© Susan Reed
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