Masks: a poem
April 16, 2015
By DANICA SILAN
Staff Writer
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I cannot see you anymore.
There is a monstrous barrier between us.
I can no longer tell if your smile is genuine or if you are even smiling at all.
You have let other people’s words influence how you act towards me.
I cannot see your face.
Instead, I am staring right at your mask.
You let your problems cloud your vision.
You have put up what you believe to be a strong front, but I know that you are feeling weak.
You fool others, who see you for something that you are not.
You are not fooling me.
Take off your mask.
I miss seeing the real you.
I need to talk to you, not your try-hard facade.
The worst part is that you urged me to take off my own mask when you saw that I was not my usual self.
Turns out I was able to take off my mask.
It hurts to see that you would not do the same for me.
The Drama Games • Apr 18, 2015 at 6:42 pm
Lovely post!! In my blog I share my experiences from a Drama Games Workshop. Almost all of my posts have existential content. I would really like to hear your insights on them! 🙂
In “The Mask Maker”, Marcel Marceau explores the full range of human emotions; the narrative gestures, the slight adjustment of body stance, the amazingly facial expressions signalize an alphabet of human emotions one right after the other.
How many times does a clown becomes a mask maker?
How many times in our life do we all of us become mask makers??
https://thedramagames.wordpress.com/2015/04/18/marcel-marceau-the-mask-maker/