Masks We Wear

I try to tear the masks off
without striping my soul bare.
But who is the real me
which face do I wear.
Feeling that I do not exist
Just roaming around awaiting bliss.
Afraid to love, afraid to die
Damn time keeps passing me by.
Can't move forward
Just stuck in this place.
My mind has become this marvelous space
Where memories can never be erased.

by Roslyn Gonzalez

Comments (2)

A good start with a nice poem, Rosa G. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
The soul remains masked. We see the masks only. Feel and go by them only. Meaningful introspection