These little words

I'm not the one for poems. I find them corny. However, today I found this one. Rather simple. Nothing to it, but the message. It just made me think of the things we do in the name of maintaining the images of ourselves we project to society. Strip me of my laugh, strip me of my smile, Strip me of everything I wanted to be; Strip me of my false pretense, and Then all you've got left is me. Take away my masks, take away my pride, Take away all the things you see; Take away my fake disguise, and I'm the only thing I can be. I took a moment and thought of who people think I am, versus the man I know I am. It's the lie versus the truth, ain't it? You go around looking a certain way, speaking with a borrowed accent, drinking double whiskies when all you are is, say, a cider drinker. Must be tiring. I wish we could all stop the bus and be who we are. Even if it's for one day. Imagine having to maintain the facade when you have no energy to. No wonder people commit suicide. So, today's lesson: I'm going to try and be me and allow the world to see me for who I am. If you accept me, great. If not, FUCK YOU!