Masks

Is there anyone in this world who’s real anymore? Have we created a society so completely synthetic like faux suede and polyester lace that when the going gets hot melts into goo everyone feeling the need to don a fake face to fit in? Are there people who are actually the person they present themselves to be publicly or has life become one perpetual production everyone playing the part of a fictional character in front of a perfectly painted façade? Perhaps that’s why my forty plus years thus far on this planet have proven to have been so painful I’ve adamantly refused to be anyone but me aside from on the stage where I'm expected to portray another personality Has authenticity been deemed an undesirable trait? Is it my fate to be forced to remain wary every waking moment of a man behind the curtain projecting a convincing illusion creating in others a delusion as to their true identity? Humanity has always had a penchant for making a thing more difficult when it doesn’t need to be Wouldn’t everything be so much easier if you were simply you as I am simply me?