No one knows what I am really like deep inside. I as many people do today wear a mask. A mask that hides all we think and feel inside. We feel we must hide ourselves from the outside world to protect ourselves from the hurt we know life can cause. We place ourselves behind walls of concrete, hoping and praying that nothing will penetrate these walls. For if anything was to actually get through our self-made walls we would actually have to feel something again. People see us as the mask that we wear. They base their judgments of who we are and what we believe on these masks that we wear. I wish that I could have the chance to reveal the real me to my friends.
To do this, I would first of all I would have to break down this wall, and actually let people in. In this step we would be taking off the mask, so to speak, so that all could see me for what I really am. People wouldn't see the mask that I created to hide my feelings and thoughts. They would begin to see a human being with real feelings. Not images that were projected to fool those around me.
Next, I would have to begin telling people what I really think and how I really feel. I would have to let people know of my past and how I have not overcome it just yet. I would have to tell them that I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Since, healing can't begin until we quit trying to hide the fact that we are hurting. I would have
to let people see that even though I seem like I have it all together I don't. I am dying inside for things that I can't have; a family who loves me, peace, and wisdom to know how to get over my past, love for people who should have been there for me and weren't, and finality for past situations that I could not control.
Thirdly, I would have to admit to people that I am not who they think I am. I am not as strong, as spiritual, or as joyful as I seem. I mask my pain with laughter and smiles, and that can confuse some into thinking that I am one of the happiest people here on campus, when I am probably one of the saddest. It kills me to think of who people believe I am and what I really am. I am nothing, but a soul looking and longing to be in the embrace of his arms. I want his love to fill me and keep me. I need him to help me live without pain. People would also have to know that I, although and Intercultural Studies major, am not as well versed in the bible as many of them. My relationship with God just began here recently, September 12, 2006, to be exact. Many of my friends think that I have been saved all my life seeing as I taught Vacation Bible School and Sunday school. They were misled and I am truly sorry for that. So to present my true self to them I would have to address the issues that they believed about me that was completely wrong.
Lastly, I would have to start the healing process. I would have to let people see me cry and see me "flip out", every once in a while. They would have to see that I really do have problems, just like they do. I would have to be very open about my morals about certain situations, and I would have to open my self up to questions why I lied about who I really was.
If anyone is ever to see the real me, I must break down the walls that protect my heart and soul. The best way to present myself is to finally let people see who I really am.
Through building new relationships, and working on old ones, and actually telling people the truth about how I feel. I am so tired of feeling trapped and all alone, because no one knows me. I have blocked myself off from anyone who could have the chance to hurt me, even from my own twin sister. I must now break down the wall, and let someone, anyone in, if anyone is to ever really see who I am. To get over past events, I must first deal with present ones, the false assumptions of my fellow student, when they look upon my mask.