Whatever you want to be

Buried under the chaos of my closet of dreams Lies the mask that I adorned, in my past life. Or maybe I am still wearing it currently? It’s hard to tell The real from the pretend. The mask allows me the liberty to be someone whom I always wanted to be. Carefree, Dangerous, Charming and Cavalier. Laughter and Romance comes naturally to me. Widely imitated but never replicated. That is me when I adorn the mask. But when the curtain draws and the lights dim When the crowd disperses in the darkness of the night, I crawl my way back into my skin. Tired, submissive and hungry for a few pats. Not unlike a pitiful puppy, who is caught in a thunderstorm and is quivering for a warm and hot blanket. Why can’t the Mask permeate down to my skin? Take roots in my gut and spine? But what if I can’t ever remove the Mask? What if I become the Mask? Will I be a complete stranger to the mirror? Will I recognize my own skin, my confident eyes and my gruff voice? Some people are cursed to lead the life that they always dreamed about. They are made to walk the roads that they longed to follow. They lead the crowd that they always wanted to. Watch out for what you wish in your dreams. Sometimes they do come true.