The Wall --- (Lies are like Masks)

I reach towards you,
And hit an invisible wall.

When did this get here?

I rub my hand against it;
Surprisingly warm and comforting.
You look to me,
Then away sadly.

"You disappoint me."

The words sink in.
I feel horrible.


What do I have to do to make this wall,
That seems to have been made,
Over the space of one wrong conversation,
Disappear?

I didn’t mean to do it.
It just happened; stupidly,
And I feel horrible that I
Caused this wall to be built.

I hope that you really do forgive me.
Because I want someone to forgive me,
Even when I don’t forgive myself.


Lies are ridiculous things.
They make you into a creature,
With many masks.
And by making a new lie, you create yet another mask,
To hide behind.

After so many masks are made,
Which one did you use to fool who?
Pretending you’re this person for that person,
It’s stupid.

Being yourself is what should come first.
You shouldn’t change because you feel they’ll like you more.
I understand that clearly . . .

Tell me:
When you lie that much,
Does anyone ever get the chance to know you?
The REAL you?

You don’t have to answer, because I know the truth . . .

NO.

Everyone understands you even less,
When you make a million masks.


So once again I say . . .
I feel horrible for making these false lies,
In hopes that you’d find more interest in me.

And I know that if I be myself,
You’ll just like me.
For me.

Even if you don’t want this wall to be broken,
I will come through.
Because I want to be with you.