The Mask of No Expression
I always find myself standing in the middle between left and right or right and wrong…
What do you expect of me?
When I’m forced to live a life veiled by several interpretations, by what this society thinks that I should be?
I always find myself standing before a wall filled with lies half-truths and deception.
The stretch out of hands that were placed for my protection, are now the same hands that touch me, luring me in their direction.
Although I hear your voice sounding off in the back,
I still find myself putting on the mask,
Cause you’re not there when I watched a friend who’s trying to hide her belly that’s growing all ‘round,
Or when I felt hopeless and stood in silence as I watched my classmates hide in the back and smoked crack.
You know it seems sometime that my parents don’t want to hear those stories, not they just want me to make the grade and graduate so they can get the glory.
I’ve come to you with questions, hoping to get some answers. I don’t know maybe you just to busy, cause all I seem to get back from you is that I’m wrong, when I’m just trying to figure out where it is that I truly belong.
So don’t be surprised when I come home wearing the mask of no expression.
That don’t mean that I don’t wanna shout and scream out to make you hear me, to tell you that I wanna be the person I wanna be,
I just wish that I knew who was the real me –
But when Pastor preaches about temptation and sin, please don’t jump to the conclusion that I’ve given in.
You see, I’ve always found myself standing in the middle between left and right or right and wrong…
But today I’ve chosen to turn to the Book where the stories told are true , and God revealed to me – that the miracle inside, He said, “Is in you”.