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Thread: Do Not Be Fooled., i dont know what to tell you

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    Don’t be fooled by me
    Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
    For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off
    And none of them are 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 the impression that I’m secure, that all is sunny and unruffled
    With me, within me as well as without
    That confidence is my name and coolness is my game
    And that I need no one
    But don’t believe me. Please

    My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask
    Beneath this lies no complacence
    Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion, in fear, and aloneness
    But I hide this, I don’t want anybody to know it
    That’s why I frantically created a mask to hide behind,
    A non chalant, sophisticated façade,
    To help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows
    But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation.
    And I know it
    That is if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love
    It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself
    That I am worth something

    But I don’t tell you this, don’t dare. I’m afraid to
    I’m afraid that your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love
    I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me, and your laugh would kill me
    I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing. that I’m no good
    And that you will see this and reject me
    So I play my game, my desperate game
    With a façade of assurance without, and a trembling child within
    And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front.

    I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk..
    I tell you everything that is really nothing
    And nothing of what’s everything
    So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m saying
    Please listen carefully and try to hear what I can’t say
    What I’d like to be able to say
    What for survival I need to say, but what I can’t say
    I dislike hiding. Honestly!
    I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the phony game
    I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me

    But you’ve got to help me. 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 blank stare of breathing death
    Only you can call me into aliveness

    Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging
    Each time you try to understand because you really care
    My heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings
    With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding
    You can breathe life into me. I want you to know that

    I want you to know how important you are to me
    How you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to
    Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble
    You alone can remove my mask
    You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty
    From my lonely person. Don not pass me by

    Please..do not pass me by
    It will not be easy for you
    A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls
    The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back
    I fight the very thing I cry out for
    But I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope.
    Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands
    But with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive
    Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well
    For I am every woman you meet and every child you meet

  2. #2
    WOW. i feel like u just described me and my one best friend that helps me break down those same walls do u right these poems urself?
    Get off my back

  3. #3
    1st thanx 4 replying 2nd no i didnt rit this im not good in english

  4. #4
    uh...i wrote that...i also posted it previously, and on another forum..so whats with that double posting?
    The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
    Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes

  5. #5
    Fati.. sehar already yeh post kar chuki hai, tu main app ki yeh thread lock kar rahi hoon.. thanks.

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