The Masqued Maiden

There are those people who aren’t afraid to reveal who they truly are. They are the lucky ones. The ones who can be who they want to be without having to worry about what people think of them. I envy them.

But then there are the people like myself. The ones that wear a masque. The ones who hide what they truly feel and think just to be agreeable, to fit in. They hide who they really are, behind a masque of smiles and laughter, while deep inside, the real them are fighting to get out, to be released. Oh how I wish to break free from this masque of mine.

If only it were that simple.

My temporary release, the only time I can truly be myself, is through words. As a writer, I can be who I truly want. Whether through this blog or a character in one of my many stories, I don’t hide. I feel free, able to let go. I’ll throw that masque to the sky…

…And yet, the masque of mine will always find it’s way back. If only I’d have the courage to be rid of it for good. To banish it from my life. To toss it to the ground and watch it shatter into millions of pieces of broken porcelain.

Oh, if only.

I won’t hide here behind words. Majority of what will be spoken here will be truth, probably between 85% to 90% of it, anyway. That is the point of this, to break free from my masque, the lies, if only for a short period of time.

I shan’t reveal my name, for sake of anonymity. I’m sure that’s understood. So for now, please just speak of me as “The Masqued Maiden.”