The Image Weaver

The Image Weaver

Excuse me sir, do you like my mask?
And the way it hangs on me?
Well I don’t care if you really don’t,
because it really isn’t me.

You think you have a weapon.
Rejection is it’s name.
You think that that’s a weapon.
I think your weapon’s tame.

Because I am the image weaver.
I weave them rather well.
I make them all realistic.
I cast them like a spell.

I can shape myself into a square,
A circle or a cube.
A slit, a slot, a triangle,
A prism or a tube.

If you reject my mask my friend.
Don’t think you’ve won the race.
For I am safe in who I am.
Because you didn’t see my face.

© Kevin A. Deane

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In life we can all too often face peer and other pressures. All too often especially as youngsters we are being forced to be what others want us to be. On top of all this, the more we suffer from rejection, a lack of self worth, a lock of confidence etc., the easier it is to put on masks in order to be what others want or expect us to be or simply to protect ourselves.

The difficulty is, and trust me it is so very sad when this happens, that sometimes we can put on so many masks and become so adept at creating and wearing them that we simply forget which face is the real us.