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Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for the face I wear is a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off. But none of them are the real me. Pretending is an art that’s 2nd nature with me. But don’t be fooled; for God’s sake don’t be fooled. I give you the impression that all is well, that I’m secure, within as well as without. You see confidence is my name and coolness is my game. I say that I need no one, that I’m independent, I’m tough. But don’t believe me. Please. My surface may seem calm and smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever changing and ever concealing mask. The smart guy, the cool guy, the guy that never fails at anything. But beneath dwells the real me, confused, fearful, and most of all, alone. But I hide that. I don’t want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and I wear being exposed. That’s why I constantly create a mask to hide behind, to help 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 the glance is followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love. It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself; from my own self built prison walls, from the barriers that I so painstakingly put up, from the masks that I wear. It’s the only thing that can assure me of what I cant assure myself, that I’m really worth something. But I don’t dare tell you that. I’m afraid to. I’m afraid that you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me.
Approximate Word count = 1146
Approximate Pages = 4.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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