I have tried on so many masks, and worn them each for long enough to experience their qualities. Angry, determined, focused, independent (I don’t need you) and they did not work out so well.
The more recent decade I tried I am very spiritual, caring, reasonable, understanding, compassionate maks. They turned out to be just another way to pretend I was something I was not.
What I am, is just a mix of human, being. Mostly very vulnerable, and wanting to be seen. I have interestingly thrown down my masks when I am in a relationship with someone who has NO recognition whatsoever of emotions. So, as I stand here naked wishing to be seen,
I find myself naked, afraid and very alone.
Wondering, quickly, if I better put some clothes back on.