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Old Jan 01, 2014, 08:21 PM
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This is a poem I forgot I've had since High School. I recently found it in my files, and remember how much I could relate to it. Maybe some of you can relate to it too?

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"Please Hear What I’m Not Saying" By Charles C. Finn

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks,
Masks that I'm afraid to take off
And none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
But don't be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
That all is sunny and unruffled with me,
Within as well as without,
That confidence is my name and coolness my game,
That the water's calm and I'm in command,
And that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
Please!
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask,
My ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
A nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
To shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation.
It's the only thing that can liberate me, from myself,
From my own self-built prison walls,
From the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
That I'm really worth something.

But I don't tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh,
And your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that I’m just no good.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
With a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks,
The glittering but empty parade of masks
And my life becomes a front.


I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
And nothing of what's really everything, of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
What I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say,
But what I can't say.
I dislike hiding. Honestly.
I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phoney game.
I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
But you've got to help me.
I’ve got to hold your hand,
Even when that's the last thing I seem to want, or need.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding,
You can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a
Creator of the person that is me if you choose to.
Please choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty,
From my lonely prison.
So do not pass me by. Please do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man, I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that
Love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope. My only hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands,
For a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.

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Last edited by ScarletPimpernel; Jan 01, 2014 at 08:59 PM. Reason: I think the author is Charles C. Finn...my original labeled it as unknown
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Old Jan 01, 2014, 08:43 PM
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This is a poem I forgot I've had since High School. I recently found it in my files, and remember how much I could relate to it. Maybe some of you can relate to it too?

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"Please Hear What I’m Not Saying" By Anonymous

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks,
Masks that I'm afraid to take off
And none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
But don't be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
That all is sunny and unruffled with me,
Within as well as without,
That confidence is my name and coolness my game,
That the water's calm and I'm in command,
And that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
Please!
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask,
My ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
A nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
To shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation.
It's the only thing that can liberate me, from myself,
From my own self-built prison walls,
From the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
That I'm really worth something.

But I don't tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh,
And your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that I’m just no good.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
With a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks,
The glittering but empty parade of masks
And my life becomes a front.


I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
And nothing of what's really everything, of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
What I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say,
But what I can't say.
I dislike hiding. Honestly.
I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phoney game.
I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
But you've got to help me.
I’ve got to hold your hand,
Even when that's the last thing I seem to want, or need.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding,
You can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a
Creator of the person that is me if you choose to.
Please choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty,
From my lonely prison.
So do not pass me by. Please do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man, I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that
Love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope. My only hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands,
For a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.


Thank you so very much for that. Feel like I can relate to every word in that poem. So very well written.
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Old Jan 01, 2014, 08:58 PM
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This is beautiful, thank you for sharing.
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Old Jan 02, 2014, 09:12 AM
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Beautiful and accurate. I've worn masks my whole life but they've started to wear me this last year or so
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Old Jan 02, 2014, 09:25 AM
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This is one of my favourites from Spike Milligan, its called Me.

Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If he says my sins are myriad
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'
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