A mask behind our masks.

What are you afraid of? No one’s going to know so tell yourself now.

Failure? Set expectations? Conforming? Not looking good? God forbid, love?

So how do you deal with it? I’ve been there. Whatever it takes, right? Go out and drink, party, sing, laugh. Then you come home alone and it all comes crashing down in you. Yes, “in” you. Torment, I know. Like I said, I’ve been there. I’d be lying too if I still didn’t have some sort of struggle in me. You stare out into the vast expanse of that void, up at the stars, wondering and pondering… Only to do it all the next day.

Oh poor child. We all wear them. We all like to appear strong and tough and happy outside. But what if… someone sees right through you? What if your soul was made bare and one could see the real you? Behind the act and the drama, the holes and the cracks you’ve created yourself, is a cry. A song only you sing. And little do you know someone knows your song and is more than willing to sing a duet with you.

A melody. A harmony. A march that only your heart plays. But where is the glory of marching alone? Why not make music together? And in the first place, why fear? Why so sad?

Not everyone understands. They will scoff. They will laugh. They will pretend or seem to sympathize, but they don’t really get it. But I assure you, someone out there does. Because that someone has heard you humming. That someone has heard you singing your piece. And while you continue writing and rewriting your lyrics, that someone has been strumming. Drumming. The keys of another piano heart slowly playing along. Sing.

Don’t pull the strings and bang on the piano because when someone started learning your song, you suddenly thought it was worthless and you threw it away. In the first place, would someone want to sing your song if it was pointless to do so?

You are not alone. Yet everyone feels alone inside, one way or another. It is perfectly human to be imperfect. To act out on impulse and emotion. To lay bare our soul for someone is absolutely beautiful. Nothing wrong with that. So what if others laugh? If they say otherwise? Is it not your spirit that is longing? It’s yours and yours alone.

So what about the one who learned your song? Oh, I’m sure that song will be playing on repeat. Pining.