{"sf1_id":430856,"sf2_id":"lmXZ3JE1","title":"Mask","author":"forest elk","words":180,"posted_at":"2012-09-11T09:45:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Human","Identity","M/solo","Mask","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/430856-mask","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXZ3JE1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8e/44/8e4404b8-5322-40d1-9122-774ecbb1ac9d","description":"Mask is about the theoretical shield that everyone has. I myself have one, a wall of sorts that isn't really me, something I put up for other people. My mask is a completely different person to me. My mask is something I have no wish to be, and have to keep up at all times in public. After this revelation, I tried to ditch the mask. Only to find I couldn't, I had an identity crisis, right then and there.Who was I? And what did I want out of life? what were my likes and dislikes?\nAnd you know what? I didn't know\nand that scared me.\nThink about what face you put up, and the risks of long term use. I found that I was no longer me. So I have begun to drop the mask and find what I like about life and who I am.\nLike, fav and whatever :P","content":"I wear a mask, upon my face\n\nTo hide away my realself\n\nFrom those both close\n\nAnd far away\n\nI cannot show them myself\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lock my feelings deep inside\n\nDeep inside my soulself\n\nTie the string to hold the mask\n\nThat hides my fragile feelself\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo long from birth\n\nHas mask been placed?\n\nTo hide my deep thought\n\nSoulself\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI cannot know\n\nWhat's down below\n\nI do not know my\n\nOwnself\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhy do I hide?\n\nWhat is inside? What's inside?\n\nMy realself\n\nI cannot find, where mine resides\n\nFeelings lost in gloom\n\nI do not know\n\nWhere did they go?\n\nThe feelings locked inside\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCannot release\n\nThe strings attached\n\nTo mask and to my face\n\nI realise, for all this time\n\nIt's always been too late\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor though I try, to cut the twine\n\nThat cuts into my soulself\n\nThe mask I made for me\n\nIt now won't leave\n\nFor the mask is now my face\n\nThe mask is now just me\n\nI AM THE MASK AND\n\nTHE MASK IS ME\n\n  \n  \n\n"}