Okay, this is courtesy of the WABAC (way back) machine used, of course, by our heroes Sherman and Mr. Peabody...
I am posting this poem from when I was in high school because, though badly written, it does a nice job of providing a snapshot of where I was emotionally (or - when i read it, i think it does... which may mean little, since i am intimately familiar with the author)… Anyhow, it goes back to a time a few years after my diagnoses when I was not so good at dealing with (or disclosing) my emotions…
A masquerade!
The mask in place
words and music
draw them in
pushing them
away from truth-
from the pain
lying within
watch the show
hear the tune
An event
They can’t forget
no way to see -
they’ll never know
strings taut
with exquisite skill
Wrapped in dance
they sing aloud
all the while
trusting they know
caught in the web
A masquerade!