Wednesday, June 15, 2005

False fronts

Why do I create this facade?
This false impression
of a capable, strong, super woman,
of grit and steel
of someone whose heart cannot melt
or be touched……
of someone who can cope and manage
with any situation peacefully and calmly.
of someone who bounces back from
reverses with renewed vigor and energy
every time..

Is it me or a fa├žade?
That I prefer to portray
So that I can hide
and conceal my real self…
Oh so effortlessly, so smoothly that
only a few, those privileged few can see
the real Me.

Why?
Why can’t I just let myself be?
to rant and rave
to show my pain
express my joy
sing my own tune
dance to my music
laugh like my inner child
cross all barriers and
move into new possibilities…

What stops me from
being just me?

18 comments:

mermaid said...

Fear...of hurting others, of being known, and accepted? Just a few guesses. It takes time to defend the true you to the world, and not feel guilty or responsible for others' reactions. It's a battle I fight everyday...

I hope you cross "all your barriers" one at a time, when the time is right.

stan laurel said...

I like this poem best out of the three I read. I don't know what it is, but I really like the machine-gun fire of questions (sometimes rhetorical, but always important). It is good to ask these periodically, even if you don't know the answer or how to find the answer.

gulnaz said...

one often doesnt have the libery to be 'free to rave and rant'. life puts us in certain situations and we try to deal with them as best as we can but jyo its ok to let go sometimes. the strongest of person needs another to hold him/her. i have a freind whom i can talk to about almost anything and i thank god for her.

M said...

Thanks for dropping by my blog..

we all hide behind a facade...I think it is the nature of this world...that's the whole mystery of this world..but when it hurts is when the facade is so good it takes over and smother the real you...

Be yourself, with yourself first, then a trusted few...and then hopefully the rest of the world...

. : A : . said...

"Oh so effortlessly, so smoothly that
only a few, those privileged few can see
the real Me."

It is always a few who get to see the real you.

Asmita said...

Jyo...just trust yourself. Your real self is the best that you can offer to yourself and to the world...why cheat???

Manjusha said...

Nothing stops you from being just you, except you.

Anonymous said...

I was something before I fell in love,
love taught me to be myself,
I looked at myself and saw her,
I looke in the mirror I saw her,
so I thought love makes me the person I love,
It paine when I was left all alone by my own,
I was left so for I was in love with someone who didn't love me,
so I loved myself a bit each time I cried ,
Today I am me, all of me and waiting to be loved.

Well the best you can be is yourself,people may ask you to change but then hwy I believe being yourself is complimenting the creator.

it us me ritesh from 23miles.blogspot.com

Blue Athena said...

Sometimes more than others, its we who are way too tough on ourselves. And maybe we just can't let go - the conditioning is such. :-)

thoughts said...

i hv the same views as mermaid --> the fear of hurting urself or others... and u can not b u with everyone... but there def are a few with whom u can b just u ....

Lorena said...

i hope you figure it out. i am one who is very open with who i am and i can tell you that it's very liberating and we should all feel that we can be accepted as we are! i hope you let go of these fears and come through for yourself :) you will feel so much better for it. (of course there will be struggles with it as well)

good luck.
and great poem.

(thanks for visiting my blog. i definitely will be visiting here more often :)

Anonymous said...

Hey Jyo,
I wrote that bit on my blog a few months ago.....
And I often get into that quesitioning mode.....and yeah, to be a slave or the master is a choice....:-)
Liked your false fronts....we are almost talkin alike...isnt it???
Love,
Shelly.

IRIS said...

Hey Jyo,
I wrote that bit on my blog a few months ago.....
And I often get into that quesitioning mode.....and yeah, to be a slave or the master is a choice....:-)
Liked your false fronts....we are almost talkin alike...isnt it???
Love,
Shelly.

Braveheart said...

Lot of questions. I am sure you have the answers too. How about adding them up to the piece and adding value to it?

- Akshaya

Anil said...

we all are taught and conditioned to hide our feelings and thoughts from childhood...it is very difficult to break those invisible shackles...hope that you succeed in that...

..and thank you for dropping by...was nice to have you visiting!

gulnaz said...

just saying 'hi' :)

Swapna said...

all of us do it dont we .. there are very few among us who allow ourselves the freedom of being ourselves ..

very nicely put :)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! Sometimes, words can't express how one feels reading something someone else may have written...thoughts and waves of emotions sweep us away in a split second...thats how I felt reading your post!
Just beautiful!
Charu