Who are you, my dear?
I want to see the man behind the mask.
I want to know the real you.
As you breeze through the day wearing different masks,
I wonder why you are doing all this.
I wonder if you are ever true to yourself.
Your constant drive to impress the people around you;
Your intense enthusiasm to be center of the attraction;
Your immense desire to show off,
With a fake smile and a borrowed accent;
Your obsession to look charming;
Your imitation of the pop culture;
Your desperation to be someone else;
I agree that the world is competitive.
I agree that networking is the key to success.
I agree that popularity brings you opportunities.
Does it mean you have to shed your true nature?
Does it mean you have to lead a second hand life?
Does it mean you have to struggle inside while acting cheerful outside?
Unless I know who you are, I can’t trust my heart with you.
Unless I understand the real you, I can’t start my life with you.
Unless I see the man behind the mask, I can’t love you.
Till then, my darling, I will be just one of your spectators watching your show.
P.S : This post is written in response to Writing101 prompt: Camouflage.