Who am I behind this mask? I have worn it and so many that I have lost myself. For so long I never mattered but now I do and I am afraid Ill shatter. That once the illusion of my mask fades and the ugliness of my scares remain,,,, no one will love me beyound my hurt beyound myself. But still I hide in hopes one day my prince charrming will see beyound and see deep with in and see come what may of the woman in the mask. For her wounds are many and her scared are deep, So love her come what may even if the road is rough.
The best thing we can do is appreciate the people who have never left our sides. The ones that have left, that's ok. I'm sure we've learned something from them. And for ourself. But lets continue to show love and patience to the ones that have stuck it out through thick and thin. And be grateful everyday when we wake, and when we go to bed all that we have. Because chances are what we have now..is nothing of what we had one year or 5 years ago.
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