Harlequin

Excellent poem Lisa, it's very easy to don these masks but they can be difficult to remove.

I find this one beyond fascinating.
i often find myself questioning:
which mask (if any) is the real mask?
or are we a series of various masks,
each which fulfills a specific function?
can one successfully mask pain with
humor intended to deflect them from
sharing their more genuine, and immediate
feelings?

carl jungs ideas about the Persona were
fascinating. if youre unfamiliar with it i think
you would be interested.

also, goffmans dramaturgical analysis.

Truly awesome write how I have missed your talents.

Hi Lisa...I hid behind a mask for most of my life...afraid of the world and trying to fake that I fit in....but after a while the cracks start to show...and if we do not learn to be ourselves and be genuine, then we are forced to become a porcelain doll....This makes me think of how much society makes us not feel genuine..and the lies we are fed about what matters in life and how we are to be to be important.  Great deep write. xo ;)  

Always love your work

“Fooling one's self till it's believed.”

Nice work PD

Hi lisa hope you're well...I really love this poem...that mask we all have them for so many things...its nice to just take it off and be real for a moment before quickly slipping it back on for the rest of the world to see how completely normal we all are ...brilliant xx

Red! How did I miss this??!! 
I'm glad you're back, and your writing is wonderful, as always. I missed you. 
Great write. 
Hey! I'm so disappointed. I put out an in-depth thesis on the aging process of the chicken, on The Unstable Chicken(or something like that, I can't remember the actual name), and you snubbed me egregiously, but in a nice way. C'mon, I got 5 comments(one from the awesome Cheerie, and 4 from me! lol). You know I already feel like a wicked outsider on this site, I need your sense of humor...it's warped. lol. 
Kidding(I wouldn't comment on me either...even though I do). 
Awesome poetry my friend. 

Matthew. 

You're welcome. I was going to leave a bit o' honey...but I ate it. Sorry. 
Missed U! 
M.