The Mask

I don’t wear a mask I say
Am happy, able and content
My fears you think you may allay
But I know best, despite intent

I have never worn a mask I say
Despite the past gone by
Naturally I have no fears to slay
You think you know best, you say

You think I wear a mask – who me?
But this can’t be so, despite my past
Honestly I am really fine and free
You think you can get inside of me

You’re in my head, you twisting snake
Round and round my thoughts
Don’t come in, there’s much at stake
You wonder too, can I be taught?

Really am at peace … no I’m not
You’ve found me out, I cannot lie
Damn this learning, I’m in a knot
What can I do now, to get on by?

I’m a place that no one sees
I’m living life with integrity
It’s sad, happy yet with more peace
Acknowledging inequity

Moving forwards, can you see
Acknowledging my outward self
Tangled webs you never see
Duality of my inner health

Who are you really, in my head?
My treasured learning, with intent?
Is it those around I see
Or my inner dread?

Is there light outside the mask
Realisation of development?
Can I complete the worldly task
And stay completely congruent?