Masks

I've seen that face before
               I know it well.
                    I wore it once
                    a long time ago.

               But,
               it is just one of many I have known.
               I keep them hidden
               and put them on in times of need
               times when I am vulnerable
               when I am prone to pain.
               This one has a smile
                       broad-confident
               assured...
               who would know
               there is a scared little boy
                       inside
               behind the mask?

               And, this one
               ah, my cherished prize...
               the stern me
               a solid rock to the world
               the one who stands his ground
               with trembling lips
               and pounding heart...
               Who would know
               there is a scared little boy
                       inside
               behind the mask?

               Lovers have seen them too...
               touched the moist lips
               caressed the gentle face
               believed it was what they wanted
                       and it was...
               but me,
               well, I went away unsatisfied
                       and wanting
               knowing it would never be
               for the scared little boy
                       inside
               behind the mask.

               I have grown
               my time weathered face
               smiles a bit from time to time
               and, for a moment in passing,
               someone might notice
                       the real me.
               But, if I see them
               the glance must be quick
               and if they look away
               they will miss it.
               There is a special one now.
               A serene look
               a face of wisdom
                       age and wisdom
                       wisdom and knowledge.
               Knowledge in these gleaming, knowing eyes
               still, after all these years
               there is still
               a scared little boy
                       inside
               behind the mask.

               When I am gone
               which one will I wear?
               Maybe none,
               because I believe
               when others look
               they see only what they want to see
               and no one will notice
               the scared little boy
                       inside
               behind the mask.