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the real me

muzby

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the real me just watches,
as i go about my day..

he watches me put on my suit,
spruce up my looks,
and rides around in a dressed up body,
watching as the physical being he calls his own sells out to the corporate world, watching as the body is accepted by those around him, while the real spirit has to hide its true thoughts...

then, at 5pm, the real me gets 5 minutes to himself,
then takes a back seat, and watches a sportsperson train at the gym,
play hockey, football or some other meaningless way to bond with our fellow man.. never getting the chance to come out, merely mirroring those around him, to gain acceptance..

then, at home, the real me is too scared to come out, because if he does,
he will realise he is in a building, all alone... its better to be locked away in a comfortable body then to allow yourself to be bruised by the brunt of lonliness..

the real me watches as i repeat each day, the same way, over and over again..

until the weekend comes.. where i expect the real me to be able to flourish and live as he wants...

except, he doesnt come out... he merely sits inside, and watches a clown take centre stage, seeking laughs and commanding attention..

the real me gets shocked at the antics of this person taking control of his body... always trying to be the laugh of the party... always trying to make others smile and feel good about themselves...

while this phantom personality never actually looks inside to see that although my body is cheering and brightening the lives of those around him..

to see the real me, slowly curling up into the foetal position, trying to fade away... when all the real me really wants is for someone to notice him.... before he disappears..... lost in a sea of what everyone else expects from him....
 
Nice work... I think everyone can relate on some level.

It's funny how so many of us put on these masks and don't let anyone in on what we're truly thinking and feeling.

Don't be afraid to let go and to trust.

*hugs*
 
^This is a lovely piece sweetheart, so eloquent.
That was really well written. I could feel every word.

I'm not going to say don't be scared - because it's OK to be scared, and all of us are.

=Hugs you tight=

I really did like this.
 
up all night said:
This is why I like Words... people are real in here.
yep, that's why i love it too. we get to see the REAL you here for a few moments -- you dont have to hide in here.

i'm sure the REAL YOU is someone great :)
a great writer -- at the very least.
 
this is a great piece,,,, verified from the replies above.

Yes it seems that mask is something we wear everyday and it hard sometimes to find a point to be who we are at least some of the time. I struggle with that most of days.

Great work,,,, agreed the real you and the one you carry each day are really one. Balance, is my key word lately :)
 
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