The Me I Used to Be?

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.


Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
and i need no one.


But don't believe me.
My surface may seem fine but it's my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and loneliness.


I panic at the thought of getting hurt,
that's why i frantically create a mask to hide behind,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.


But such glace is precisely my salvation.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance and love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me,
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.


I don't like to hide,
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
for you've got to hold out your hand,
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes,
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me to aliveness.


Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow with wings,
with your power to touch me into feeling,
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.


Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.


Thank you my friends for u have 'completed' me XD

 extracted from the original version of 'Please Hear what I am Not Saying' by Charlie.