Is it possible to have ‘worn the mask’ for so long
That you forget who you are?
Is it not so much a matter of ‘forgetting’
As it is a matter of ‘transformation’
The mask fused to the face,
The old face gone?
Maybe there is no face, and no mask
Just outdated ideas about
Who you were once
Who you wanted to be
Clinging to identification
Clinging to self-conflict.
Or maybe it isn’t.
What’s most important is that you’re happy with who you are.