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Trapped In My Head

I saw you in my dream,
desperately trying to liberate others with your words
but you become a prisoner of your own words; trapped within your head.
I spend quiets days with you
And you speak,
Only that the words are trapped in your head
And what escapes your lips are your denials and pretense.
How do you find the balance
of freeing others from the expectations of a fully lived life,
While you desperately affix yourself to same shackles?
Hey Mr. Emancipator! I'm talking to u Mr.;
The Wilberforce of Human liberty and clear conscience!
What have you to say for yourself?
Are your words caught in the way of your masquerading?

Mr. Emancipator speaks back:

I'm on stage!
Can u see me?
I'm in character; I'm quite a mystery.
I'm master of masquerades.
Don't believe I'm what you see or perceive.
It can all be part of the charade.
There go the lights; the applause, the acclaim.
But do you know the person lurking behind this frame?
Can you see every intent; the very plot my mind has conjured; every motive?
Can you discern with acute accuracy the pained expressions, behind this smile.

This sterling - show-stopping performance is spiraling to an END.
The props are being dismantled,
The lights becoming dim,
The applauds - less audible.
Shouts of acceptance & approval become a cacophony of scorn & shame.
The set is down!.......
And all the actors are introduced.
Everyone now knows my true identity.
They gasp!
They murmur!
They all eat up air to soothe their shock.....
& many to confirm what they always thought.
It was me.
It is "I".
And this is the curtain call!


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