The Mask

I told her

I am not what I am 

and I project myself to be

I am not bold, vivacious, daring

As you see me.

I am timid and meek 

I am scared and weak 

I'm an introvert 

Which I smartly hide 

That person who within me  

Unscrupulously resides.

I may lose myself

If the truth be told, I fear

I cannot afford to lose

Anyone who's dear.

I do not deserve

The words of praise 

You wouldn't believe

But it causes malaise.

I pretend to be 

At times neutral 

Fun-loving, accepting,

Impartial and liberal.

There are times when 

I act opposite

All vices flow out 

That the prejudice deposits.

I'm sandwiched between

Past and future 

The present deserves

Much more love and nurture

I wish I could peel off

The mask that's upon my face

And move among all

With dignity and grace.

If only the world would embrace me

With more assurance

Many like me would behave boldly 

With support, confidence, and acceptance.