Masks

I was thinkin'... We all wear masks, yeah? I mean, come on. You can't deny it. We have a different mask for different people. Or, at least, I do.
Happy - This is the one that hides the pain.
Laughing - This is the one that hides the sadness.
Pretty - This is the one that hides the true beauty.
Sadness - This is the one that hides the brokenness and depression.
Complaint - This is the one that hides the need for love.
Clingy - This is the one that hides the need for attention.
I use them all to get attention. I use them all when I'm around friends. I use them when I'm around certain people. Sometimes I wear more than one at a time. I use them to hide myself. I'm afraid. Afraid of what could happen. Afraid of what has happened. Afraid of things I needn't be afraid of. Afraid of my friends. Afraid of opinions. Afraid of strangers. Afraid of God. Afraid of pain. Afraid of fear. Fear is weakness. Weakness is one of the worst things for me. Not physical weakness, although there's some of that, but emotional, spiritual, and psychological weakness. I don't like feeling vulnerable. I don't like surrendering. I'm a stubborn person. If you see me wear a mask, ask me to take it off. If I say I'm not wearing one, make me tell the truth. If I say I am, believe me.
If I refuse, make me. If I'm happy, ask what hurts. If I'm laughing, ask what's wrong. If I wear something fancy, or have a lot of make-up, remind me I'm beautiful. If I'm sad, give me a hug. If I complain, tell me to shush and remind me that people care. If I'm clingy, push me off and remind me people will see me. Please. If I'm hurt, I'll forget it in a week. I don't hold grudges. At least, not many. ^-^

Hugs and Kisses, please.
~Sarah~