Celtic Spirit Lyceum

It is not easy being me…

The mask I wear is growing thin

Wrinkled and leathery as it is made of skin.

I have worn it since the day of my birth

It cannot be removed until I leave this earth.

It is not the mask that I may have chosen to wear

Yet when I look in the mirror, it is always there.

I sometimes wonder was it ever smooth flawless

And showed no worry

I suspect it was before life set in with years of

painful discoveries.

Many times were heartbreaking

Others wonderful moments

And I try to remember that life has been kind

Whether Up Down Good or bad

All of this life is mine.

There is no need to vex

Not growing older

Would be like trying to hold back the sea…

I just have to confess that sometimes its not easy being me.

Itisnoteasybeingme©ajjohnson.AlwaysRememberCollection.Poetry

Hi A. J. I think we can all identify with your poem sometimes in our lives, it's wonderful to be able to put your thoughts in poetry, thank you for sharing it with us. ^j^