I keep drowning
in the noise
Of
Others opinions
on how
To live my life
Their expectations
Only stress and scare me
If only I knew myself
Inside out
Through and through
If only I've finally become
Deaf and dumb
To this noise around
If only I can make
A decision
and swear on my integrity
That it's truly
Mine own
If only I stop
Striving to prove myself
to this world around......

But-
I keep a closet
With a
Handful of masks
All personalized
All me
All ready for disposal
To decide
To prove
To convince
To drown

Opinions

Expectations

But does this noise ever end?
Do any of them know the real me
Do I know the real me?
I've been play acting for so long
My expertise lied in the
Accurate frequency
Of shuffling
the masks
I created.