Please Hear What I'm Not Saying  

TomEboy10 60M
357 posts
9/29/2005 8:01 am

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Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For
I wear a thousands masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that is 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.

My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of 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 hope and I know it.

That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self- built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself; that I am worth something.

But I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love. 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, and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. So begins 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 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, and what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say.

I don't like to hide. I don't like to play superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want. 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 gently 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 power to touch me into feeling 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, a honest-to-God creator of the person that is me, if you choose to.

You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you can alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to. Do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you.

A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach to me, the blinder I may strike back. It's irrational. I fight against the very thing that I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my 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.

~ Charles C. Finn ~

( I recieved this is in a psychology class as a sophmore in college. It was one of the most powerfully true things I have ever read)

DirtyLilSecret61 57F

9/29/2005 9:42 am

"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together"

But then, I'm no textpert.

Interesting writing. At first I wondered if this was written by Corey Taylor (singer of SlipKnot) and I was going to ask for backstage passes.


playfulwithyou33 57F
961 posts
9/29/2005 11:13 am

Playful ISN'T Feeling So Playful Any More...

It is with some sadness and much disapointment that I am writing this post to inform you that I WILL NO LONGER BE COORDINATING THE UPCOMING BLOGGER'S CONVENTION; nor at this time do I have intentions of attending it as well.(due to personality conflict)

Do NOT send any more checks to REED ENTERPRISES!

If you have sent in a check for the Masked Ball I will return it promptly.

I have emailed individuals regarding transportation, rideshares/roomshares--trying not to leave anything dangling. If I have caused you any inconvenience...I apologize.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you have a fun filled trip to the Blogger's Convention.


rm_luke69iner 49M
3275 posts
9/29/2005 12:01 pm

powerful words

i hadn't read this before

thanks for sharing it

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo

tillerbabe 57F

9/29/2005 12:55 pm

"I laugh because I don't want anyone to see me cry......"


tinglemyfancy 52F
3 posts
9/29/2005 3:33 pm

That says it all!

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